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Saturday, November 1, 2008

Tumor torpor terror
fright frigid tepid blunder
fuck material and love lust blight
bethrotle and undoing beneath street-level
forget all intentions and flee from bargain basements
nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing
Posted by you tell me at 10:49 AM

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