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are you so perfect to sneer at me |
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beat |
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bunny love |
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but why sad? it's life, it flows away. but to what shore. |
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concreto man |
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daylight noir |
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disarmed by tenderness |
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fun with the jetsams |
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my gooser winnie |
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goregina |
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her pictures were of assertion and disappearance. bold, withdrawn. effaced and in your face. aesthetic ambivalence that grew terrible yet remain peaceful, on edge. |
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i get sad all the photos go to no beach |
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i may read her diary. shit i should throw mine out. what if i die and people read that shit. think of uncle mikes crippled pages. wow, so lost. |
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idle no what i expect, drawn to tragedy, then hollowing, the work seems like an attempted life, the person gone, like i'm gone, but real gone, did i preempt myself? was i only a want? |
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let be be finale of seem. the only emperor is the emperor of ice cream. |
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yeah, uh, i wrote that, yeah, that's right. |
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loving winnie, or, |
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my girlfriend has another man. |
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my glasses abrasions my eyes well with sand |
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no matter what you gon feel time blow through your bones like wind and clouds surge your mind your eyes gonna tear up with whispered dust. |
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orange quincunx for wanderers |
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our tribe is empire it will vanquish you |
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peace bunny |
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prospectus |
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scottie kept asking what's his name i said comet, like the shooting star, he said but what's his name? his grandma said you like the thing they put the satellite on. |
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shit manb i just dont know what to tell you i think you cant help who you are |
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she was so intense, said she wanted to show people something, but it took too long, after she was dead |
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it would have been great if she could see her work with the people of the future |
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succumbus |
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terwilligers, twins in one |
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thanks lil buddy |
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the thing you want to capture needn't be |
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the likelihood of emerging somewhere else |
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we're history, we're making it, we're making history here. |
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