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| copper favored by aphrodite as a great electric conductor |
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| ah, well least i ain't in nawlins |
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| with a blab of saxophone copp leaps in |
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| biowulf |
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| hey mister, can you please untie me? |
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| chance is structured just like unconsciousness |
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| crust and erosion |
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| didactic |
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| dude from nawlins |
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| came all this way to be tied to pebble beach |
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| everybody knows they're lying. |
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| exisle in homeland. |
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| phenomenon |
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| founder |
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| fruta del mar |
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| godspeed. god is dead. |
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| down here i hear heartbeats and bones |
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| i searched the simplest society:anarchis |
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| images, do we choose them or encounter them by chance? by chance, for we don't know what exactly they are. |
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| impirism |
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| infinity is a gigantic animal although it has no specific features or any senses that can report back from the exterior into itself |
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| that's so heavy. or is it. |
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| underwater investigation |
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| it's not about composing man but dissolving him |
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| son of a bitch. i'm tired of captions. |
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| method and sentiment |
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| anarchy is simply no rule. cooperation. |
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| j'arrive |
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| Add caption |
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| son of a bitch, how'd you get free? |
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| twinkle toes |
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| we need to start from scratch. we mustn't eat our own bed. |
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| you set me up. |
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