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- They Move To Their Terrible End
- Men and Women
- It Has Been Said That
- To Cure the Soul
- But Those Who Have A Penis
- I Am Afraid of Men
- Tabernacle Walrus
- What Does It Mean When
- I Need
- Hope & Happiness Are Cancerous
- The Fault Was At Large
- I Liked It Better When There Was No Sun
- Wonderous Iron Rapture
- Confectionate Sugar Walls
- I Will Become
- Let's Think Back Now
- Curiosity.
- Moving Furniture
- I Like to Drown Drown Drown
- Magical Pageant
- Reflective Skin
- Dawned A New!
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- I Was Afraid of This
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1 comment:
12 July 2007
LET'S THINK BACK NOW.
time has now only alotted me
to sink. further thicker into
historical shrubbery it's never
going to change. these wooden
functions only exasperate just how much I need you.
Constant again. Roman Numerals
have these lustic sheens that dies beneath
this pupil. Purple catastrophe so contrive.
Intergalactic crystal hands shade away
when they motion how I miss you.
Just how well am I my own stranger?
Understanding much isn't anything at
all when you need someone else
to storytell your own biography.
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