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[16 Sep 2008|01:46am] |
"the scent is strong as we move on and breathe in the pristine crime scene. the false veneer is old like a substitute volunteer from, oh, some other year. i'm just a shell as far as i can tell. so, i paint my eyes a light green. the silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams." |
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