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dear_soul
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Rhin
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Dear Soul,
It's crunch time...
I see you.
Black glass...Glassy black.
You are hurdling through the past.
See the gamut, coming into view?
Your screams bounce in the darkness.
(Hemmingway's did!)
Can you pull it off again baby?
How much glue will it take this time?
Can I keep you?
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rhins soul
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no sweat.i can handle anything.
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god of sausage
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black glass. pink floyd at the fillmore in 1970. astronomy domine. find it on napster.
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chanaka
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from behind a wall of plate glass
my soul wonders when i am going to get a grip-- only smart people and logistical madmen can pass chemistry
well, why didn't you tell me before i signed up for the class? huh? i'm mad at you. go back to your cage.
now my soul is sulking.
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god
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don't look at me pal. i dropped out.
fuck school.
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god
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man that wasn't a very positive thing to say. let me exchange my former remark for a "thumbs up".
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thieums
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'Hope you can cope...
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050726
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misstree
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stick close, it's almost over...
i hope...
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050726
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what's it to you?
who
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