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ol' factory swirling of disinfectant and decay and the arising sliding vision that brings me to my knees, presence like you...and you...and                                                 ...you....again.                   (      (     (    (   ( (scope) )   )    )     )      )                 (      (     (    (   (  ( (like) )  )   )    )     )      ) a paralysis of fear         that grips an exhale                      ...like, serious, for real, for real. DJs spinnin' tunes like yarns, blanketed cocoons and scoring golden booties. Divert into another duality,                 - split -                   (      (     (    (   ( (scope) )   )    )     )      )                  (      (     (    (   (  ( (like) )  )   )    )     )      ) a past, present, and future >>>>>>>>>>shakin' it, shakin' it<<<<<<<<<< like an Oxford comma weekend. A love like, <                                                                                    > and a tsk like, <                                                                  > for who sells integrity on a dime? Slo-mo tracers..... diss....appointment. Unconscious tallies of an inhale or exhale that arises with the all                 unfiltered                    now hesitant                         but, yet,                               here                                     we                                         are in absolute wanderings.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
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ol' factory swirling of disinfectant and decay and the arising sliding vision that brings me to my knees, presence like you...and you...and                                                 ...you....again.                   (      (     (    (   ( (scope) )   )    )     )      )                 (      (     (    (   (  ( (like) )  )   )    )     )      ) a paralysis of fear         that grips an exhale                      ...like, serious, for real, for real. DJs spinnin' tunes like yarns, blanketed cocoons and scoring golden booties. Divert into another duality,                 - split -                   (      (     (    (   ( (scope) )   )    )     )      )                  (      (     (    (   (  ( (like) )  )   )    )     )      ) a past, present, and future >>>>>>>>>>shakin' it, shakin' it<<<<<<<<<< like an Oxford comma weekend. A love like, <                                                                                    > and a tsk like, <                                                                  > for who sells integrity on a dime? Slo-mo tracers..... diss....appointment. Unconscious tallies of an inhale or exhale that arises with the all                 unfiltered                    now hesitant                         but, yet,                               here                                     we                                         are in absolute wanderings.
Oh, delight! Another Solstice is approaching!
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
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