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morning yields a clearer vision of our sense of total unclarity we pose, we peruse eachother insanely drooling aghast at our  innanity ------ she naked-ed my vision with pure indecision amid the confusion that we call "f--king" i thought to throw her on the bed and beat her up BUT we had done that already so we just stood in the middle of reality listening to the children wailing -- it was good ------ pornographically induced prostitution seems to be the key to a higher education we play with ourselves we play and play til the "toys" are broken and we are broken and then we face with utter clarity and incission the true nature of our prison
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 10:07 AM UTC
morning
morning yields a clearer vision of our sense of total unclarity we pose, we peruse eachother insanely drooling aghast at our  innanity ------ she naked-ed my vision with pure indecision amid the confusion that we call "f--king" i thought to throw her on the bed and beat her up BUT we had done that already so we just stood in the middle of reality listening to the children wailing -- it was good ------ pornographically induced prostitution seems to be the key to a higher education we play with ourselves we play and play til the "toys" are broken and we are broken and then we face with utter clarity and incission the true nature of our prison
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jeffrey-robin
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 10:07 AM UTC
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