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this northern kid
i seduced his between the rail cars
he was dead and determined
if the camera is still
no matter the make
good things happen
i remember when you came out
after thirty days sitting
and could only recite forty four
you found amazing success
and sitting soup still
squeezed everything out of you

5 Mar 10

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I am at a friends house,
pulling down a wall and rebuilding a ceiling.
being paid in cash.

They made mince with bone tonight
Which was nice.
 — unknown

*sitting soup still*
I like it uh-lot.
 — mandolyn