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mystery
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ac
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subconscious is cleverer than conscious for me. neat.
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000222
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Free
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How did we get here?
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000408
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Free
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What happens when you die?
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000413
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c-spandrea.
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i was told i had mystery. mysterious. all that really means is that you're weird and you don't talk.
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000501
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fairydust
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yeah i guess.
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000502
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SCOTT
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we always guess as lost souls w/little direction we have little choice and no direction mystery is the untouchable-perceived by the mind wondrous and horrible gotta love it!
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001109
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tazfab
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what mysteries we are, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.
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001215
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Lindsey
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It's the eternity between the ringing of the phone and the sound of your voice.
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010320
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ditto.
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in the infinate silence. the gap is left open. to wonder and be. drifing through time. to question what that might be.
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010627
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the repeater
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WOLFPACK Howling the pack in formation appears diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead waving us back in formation, the pack in formation bowling they bat as a group and the leader is seen - so early... the pack on their backs, the fighters through misty the waving - the pack in formation far reaching waves on sight, shone right I lay as if in surround... all enmeshing, hovering... the milder I gaze all the animals laying trail beyond the bough winds mild the reflecting electricity eyes... tears, the life that was ours grows sharper and stronger away and beyond short wheeling - fresh spring gripped with blanched bones - moaned magnesium, proverbs and sobs... howling the pack in formation appears diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead waving us back in formation, the pack in formation... syd barrett
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010627
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tonya
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retarded nuns?
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011107
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god
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why are they so hot?
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011107
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squillo
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yeah, them and grandma
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011107
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paste!
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who has ducks?
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011216
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Amithyst Sey Blade
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holds my heart at bay as I sit and think about life...
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030605
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now_now
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your heart is a pin_cushion it mirrors your body blood and holes [and gleaming metal]
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080304
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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