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malware no software can fend me against rust my blade like a feast for anaerobic bacteria. red as if with unjust blood. but it isn't. I wear a portable blood pressure measuring device that inflates around my arm and could be waiting to give me good news every thirty minutes.   but it isn't, and a few floors above me the carpenters are listening to Smells Like Teen Spirit on their Milwaukee radio, reminding me that we always seem to agree on the more important things in Life, like what was good about the ninetees. and what wasn't.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
but it isn't
malware no software can fend me against rust my blade like a feast for anaerobic bacteria. red as if with unjust blood. but it isn't. I wear a portable blood pressure measuring device that inflates around my arm and could be waiting to give me good news every thirty minutes.   but it isn't, and a few floors above me the carpenters are listening to Smells Like Teen Spirit on their Milwaukee radio, reminding me that we always seem to agree on the more important things in Life, like what was good about the ninetees. and what wasn't.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
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