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crusty ring, sore and discolored leaking bacteria ridden slip’n’slide swimming on dry land spasms contort cavities gravity dragging spirits sinking in the murky quicksand spinning fictional premises flood the frontal lobe “Am I dying?” “Can a head cold **** me?” “Will the Knicks be better with Jackson?” delirium from desperation if only to breathe through a nostril ……..
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
**recent absence**
crusty ring, sore and discolored leaking bacteria ridden slip’n’slide swimming on dry land spasms contort cavities gravity dragging spirits sinking in the murky quicksand spinning fictional premises flood the frontal lobe “Am I dying?” “Can a head cold **** me?” “Will the Knicks be better with Jackson?” delirium from desperation if only to breathe through a nostril ……..
somebody end this :P meaning my illness :)
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
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