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- **Mood: what? i'm confused
- **Music: i realize i said one thing said another
and it would seem that specifics are in the objects and abstracts approached with certain tools left us to in turn build some more...new ones...new touch or hold or breath or grab and this is done where dismissal seems to be the most welcoming of potential hosts so then therefore and so on and so on bits of lettering and type-sets and formats (options options like) all give up then it won't be complete till you are able to say you don't know and even then nothing so i guess i'll ride this fucking wheel now but forget
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