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Feb 12, 2006 23:36

What ghosts exist behind these attic walls? There's got to be a simpler explanation because I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been splicing my inventions. Cold skin and bones and this latitude. We're not paying until the heat comes through. So I slept in a stocking cap and wool scarf.

Promises of payment are upon my shoulders constantly, but I won't forget to entertain because this is my first defense.

A four-year offense to the devoted type; I may have gotten an invitation, but I wasn't invited. We'll leave our sins in the carpet twine. Our bodies will dissolve the chemicals in due time.
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