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05/08/2008

dizzy comfortable birthing bin

Or to begin sincerely there alone and violent.

These are my fingers staring.

What is that kind of laugh he does?

Yr supposed to be music or at least a stone.

The whole world is whole, you see. It's a recognition in time. Oh, I see you're being philosophical. Who taught you that? Nobody I just mean. Parts aren't ever just that. But about this violence. The problem is theirs, not yours.

Look. Evidence?

But why would anybody care to memorize?

Who puts their pretty picture up in their unexceptional youth?

Who fars flat? Who humans the place?

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