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< - - Housekeeping - - > Why is there no checklist for life? Can you say … recipe for disaster … If you’re planning to fail … … then you’re failing to plan I cut my teeth in a house where we could eat off the floor if we so desired The floor was either that clean or some other innate wisdom was built into that statement And I thought my inane wisdom came from ... Do you, don’t you want me to love you? #9 #9 Now somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota **** Sadie you broke the rules Singing in the dead of night Obla-di Why don’t you stare into your own Glass Onion … Beatles (My head is spinning, ooh... Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, alight! I got blisters on my fingers!)
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
non incautus futuri
< - - Housekeeping - - > Why is there no checklist for life? Can you say … recipe for disaster … If you’re planning to fail … … then you’re failing to plan I cut my teeth in a house where we could eat off the floor if we so desired The floor was either that clean or some other innate wisdom was built into that statement And I thought my inane wisdom came from ... Do you, don’t you want me to love you? #9 #9 Now somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota **** Sadie you broke the rules Singing in the dead of night Obla-di Why don’t you stare into your own Glass Onion … Beatles (My head is spinning, ooh... Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, alight! I got blisters on my fingers!)
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
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