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losing track and losing count.. did we stop caring when we found no need? i'd like to mix things, love and dramatics, acrylics and oil, cocaine and heroin. let me know, i'll tell you now i won't be confused. there's beauty in masochistic desperation, we had that in common. speedball.
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