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after the purple pimpernickel i try to relax my tunmmy |
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as fast as a song you try to slow down |
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bark barn |
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barney and me. |
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barney couldn't get up today, and pooped where he lay. |
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boom! and all the irony gone! and all i see is purple! |
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but the racoon is not sad though it's me |
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marker |
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copp softly pads up to thorny oracle |
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skater |
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summer flashback, for livia |
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and for livia |
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and her gift. |
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grandma said everyone has mental problems today or at least i say grandma says |
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grownups seem to be incapable of telling the truth, so i will refrain from telling the truth to grownups, though i be deemed childish, and to eat what i want, and to never appear grown up. |
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i come to believe the greatest evil is stupidity |
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but wait, i am evil for walking my dog off the leash |
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i was born in the nuthouse |
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i was often persuaded, while i read, that this possible or ideal reader was someone long dead. |
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i wept today |
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at the childrens music recital. |
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in the basement was a swimming pool. last night i dreamed three movies for julia roberts. |
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Isis |
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rising. |
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it's easy not to breathe |
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intuition gets settled |
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kid, my precious kid |
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pity |
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Recital |
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religion of fear into love |
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sad love |
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sad love |
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save me from the world imposed on this world |
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something was missing. then i knew it was my breath. they say that's the most natural thing about dying. |
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thank you mom for life. damn. |
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the dwarf poisoner? |
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coming back from death the survivor is told to forget about it |
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the survivor is told to forget if she is to survive |
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it could be a different place, not even a what if |
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their brains did not get enough air so they're often always in a bad mood and rarely wear purple. | the purple apopleptic haters. |
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then we grow up and we're full of excuses |
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there are people who make drones for a living. |
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twiggy crosses |
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legatee weeds on missile meadow |
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white crow skater |
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you know what. what. you know what. whaat. the impossible is actually easy. it's easier that the possible because if it's impossible you don't need to do it. you're a smart kid. |
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you may be branded a lunatic. you may be dejected in the asylum. |
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