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messages_from_the_universe
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misstree
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nearly bouncing as i walked to my bus, brimming with the possibilities in making dog snacks for clowns to sell, helping with the hot dog cart, doing costume repairs, and perhaps the most tickling, throwing on the bunny outfit and selling novelties from a cigarette tray. "cigars, cigarettes, souveniers," i sing-songed, "kazoos, rubber chickens, trinkets," i mused. idly i repeated the first chant, and on the third repeat, just as i was saying "cigars," i glanced to my left: on a windowsill of a closed store a still-wrapped cigar, a message from Big_Momma telling me yes, this is her treat, a trip to disneyland and clownhouse and being able to work for worth rather than sell for time, and enjoy it, and she's watching, almost the way my human mother would leave simple but beautiful gifts on my stairs, to show she loved me, and that she was always with me.
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The_Universe
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"Believe in yourself!"
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070405
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unhinged
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if i didn't believe you were an unworthy asshole before, i should definitely believe it now.
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070406
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three words
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messages_from_the_universe please__you_know_i'm_feeling_frail shake_me
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101206
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unhinged
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i should have paid more attention to that horoscope that said to be careful at work almost got fired yesterday
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101206
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lostgirl
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getting a lot of these lately. there's one missing from my inbox though.
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101206
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notes_from_the_universe www.tut.com
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101206
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camille
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close your blinds we've been here all along
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101207
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Q
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I wish
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110327
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dafremen
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"I just called in to Allgreen's and ordered an ointment that should clear this smoking, petroleum-and-trash scented rash off of my butt.."
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110327
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unhinged
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when i was out shopping about a week ago i saw a sticker tag on the back of a parking sign that said 'have goals' i took a picture with my phone; it is the wallpaper on my phone right now
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Tourist
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Quasar emited Hugh Masekela Riffs echo off Quarks in My Visual Cortex keeping time to my aging Heart.
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150417
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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