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ain't nothin' goin' on but the rent. |
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the only hope for america is total anarchy. carl sandburg. |
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can i have a hug? |
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deathscape |
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foster father |
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fuck. i lost my humor. |
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funny little space monkey on a spring loaded leash. |
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i am a socialist. i am with all rebels everywhere all the time against the people who are satisfied. i am an anarchist. | carl sandburg. |
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i will survive. |
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it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how i keep form goin' under. |
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just open the door, for chrisakes. |
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killers. i am speaking to you soft as a man with a dead child speaks. carl sandburg. |
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Liars. a poem. |
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me and fen |
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phony colorized wish fulfillment |
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new day (phony). |
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render unto seizer. |
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ship of the frozen desert. |
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the struggle continued. |
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