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Mar 15, 2007 22:18

Of complete dream.
Sing seconds, will, powers piles independent bodies and tonights custody.
Fortuned harped doorways for men to float up and hit glass ceilings.
Breaking bread with light sockets and flat painted feet.
Taken back with time - I am awake waked and awaken Dead.
Still not for bodies. Not for men.
Fileing the tongue to stay safe and strike gently.
I mean and buck for electricity, lip blocked
i get always
what I ask
i take box for four and march you sing for names with finish lines
Lust inspired young and grateful always till trees rooted step out since he'd excuse
is always
deadbeat and pocketbook
so want
want domesticated adventures
chilled activity why play or plant

(10:58:28 PM): beware the ides of march.
(10:58:33 PM): make me
(10:58:50 PM): i will not
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