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Out of the head... out of the room. Once you are outside the room turn and walk back in. Stop. Now picture yourself, look! entering the room. SankAttakz! Spazattakz! Details... Imagine what the people might enter can know about you from your ... the way you .... the room, the way ...
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Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 12:12 AM UTC
SankAttakzc!
Out of the head... out of the room. Once you are outside the room turn and walk back in. Stop. Now picture yourself, look! entering the room. SankAttakz! Spazattakz! Details... Imagine what the people might enter can know about you from your ... the way you .... the room, the way ...
Going mad isn't easy-peasey, it isn't cheesey-peasey, it isn't feazi or teazi... mostly it isn't. Sometimes, unusually (unexpectedly) it is. But then, that is unlikely and undisputedly unctuous, unnit (I mean innit)
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Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 12:12 AM UTC
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