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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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