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May 01, 2005 17:22

for ben.
this was what i was talking about

we speak in the store. im a sensitive bore. youre remarkabley more and im losing surprise. but it's late in the day and youre well on your way. what was golden went gray and im suddenly shy. and the gathering floozy afford to be choosy and all freezing darkly in the dooming divide. and i have read the right books to interpret your look. you were knocking me down with the palm of your eye. go nanananananannaa.
this is unlike the story it was written to be. i was writing its back when it used to write me. and we were galloping manic to the moyth of the sore we were swallowing panic in the face of its force.
and i am blue...i am blue and unwell.make me bold like a horse.oh nananananananananow..
now it's done. wtach it go. you change so..oh....
and my storyto you dear, do i run rare? and you change sooo.oh.
please compare these from...
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