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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!
- A Bit More Collected I Am
- I Was Afraid of This
- Fuck!
- Glass Igloo
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April
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2 comments:
2 June 2007
reflective skin. permanently temporary.
more penetrable. no more seldom clover
excuses. nothing is as green as it was. solomn
seldom complete social solace.
Let's see how long I can be fake. You
don't want to be my friend. You don't
want to get too close to me. The Devil
resides on the blades of grass. Green Evil.
Fond of district
i don't think i ever told you that i love reading these.
i love reading these.
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