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I'm not saying I'm self-serving, but I'm only sorry if I have to be and I hope that's good enough. I cut down the bridge with my hands bashing teeth and skull into mush. I rushed everything for this. I went ahead. Distort shadows and repeat offenders, every other day is a rust belt nightmare and when it rains it washes all the **** away, and out of sunlight it all looks a little less desperate. It all looks less desperate.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
"Contrast as Truth."
I'm not saying I'm self-serving, but I'm only sorry if I have to be and I hope that's good enough. I cut down the bridge with my hands bashing teeth and skull into mush. I rushed everything for this. I went ahead. Distort shadows and repeat offenders, every other day is a rust belt nightmare and when it rains it washes all the **** away, and out of sunlight it all looks a little less desperate. It all looks less desperate.
austin-heath
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
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