October 9, 2010 12:48 AM
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and a like and a just and a like just that transficksed by so many extra buttons oregano, cardamom, through that shift that coffee'd tip "I did what I did and it was as good as it could've been" images and landscapes escape from air through wire yet it could be, just a pop, a whistle, hiccups within a frame, a hanging from it, graced around it, percieved between it, by and through ignoring it methods both grand and miniscule you're making hair-raising smooth surfaces tasting a fourth-world candy bar through first-world candy lips what melodies will slip what logic will be felled upon and to lean and to stand on it just to catch a glimpse of its lovely tops |
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