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a pitch into the dark i throw. no direction is my aim. time gives us space to grow. so we can fit our minds in-sane. an adaptation of sorts. to improvise with a loss. expectational bounds contort. when in darkness decision is tossed.
what of words
what of words
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May 25, 2012
This is why we can’t have nice things, Barry…. you asshole…
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as we moved together in the dark….
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In the UK we call him ‘Flavour’
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same
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‘rollingbarrel started following you’
what
what is this gypsy magic
looooooooooooooooool
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Buy my book….publishers america…fuck off. My royalty payments every feb and august sheckcs don’t make me rush…get it august...
