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January 27, 2008

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings, Nonsense.
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Blasting down the roadway to hellanheaven do you pause to stay? Believe my pretty flower river rushed the bushels spring for you. The moon beam rises inconstance be the watch word. Leave a tree to mark me. See you fall by the way. Straaay hay. The low quantity of work that rises in your bilious throat. Leave leave to be. Forever materialistic.

Work moves at a pace of a tortoise-impersonating-a-horse race.

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