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michael
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there are some things you can't forget; like that little jingle which burrows deeper into your mind.
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clundicus
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Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off. Who was left? Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off. Who was left? Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off. Who was left? Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off. Who was left?
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Alexander Beetle
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I knew a kid in, like, second grade who thought that joke was the funniest thing in the world. Eventually, we learned not to say "repeat", but he never learned not to repeat it. We all ended up taking turns beating the shit out of him until he shut up. I think he OD'd on something nasty last year. Heroin or Taco Bell Fire Sauce or something nasty, ye ken well what I mean. Hey, maybe it was you? Are you still here, whoever you are? Is your name David? How many fingers am I holding up?
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the repeater
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... adam lesbian is a word that always stumps me, because for some reason it has middle-eastern connotations for me, it's like someone says, "hi, im a lesbian" and i start smelling incense and seeing turbans and camels or something, i know i'm weird, i know i'm stupid, please just ignore me. 010517 ...
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paste!
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Love poem for the small and diagonal It’s raining outside and the drops are mischievous. They fall in guilty patterns. Quite deep in your mind, a thesaurus for anti-recreational ideas is my best friend. We just lay around sometimes, counting spackled tack spots, changing the bulbs, marking up each other’s backs with sticks of butter. The guilty patterns on our backs are usually crude road maps or house plans; she aspires to walk the earth, the architect in me is falling off a bridge. They say that when you step out from your home for the first time in days, the surroundings that have been so innate now become foreign. The birds hiding in the unfamiliar tree have become enthralled by their own eggs. Not quite a metaphor, wires and cables sprout from all places above. The alley further back is like a universal gateway molded from our fullest breath, lungs arising constellations as a by-product. We can’t see this though because our attention at the moment is targeting the alley and beyond the gateway that leads to the black pond where you gave away to me your hatched plans. The pond itself is small enough to fit into the palms of birds. I’m hoping that, for at least a week, we could fit into the palms of birds.
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Baltimore
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Well it's on, and on, and on, on and on. The beat dont stop until the break of dawn. I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e. I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee. Well, my name is known all over the world, by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls. I'm goin down in history as the baddest rapper there could ever be.
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Death of a Rose
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Make me!
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Death of a Rose
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sand from the white cliffs, scattered around, spells cast, curvature met, zanadu lost, oration in between the comfort of ties that stretch, yours to grab, yours to break.
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found it!
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here adam's little ditty has been repeated by "repeater" for the second time. true to form, the repeater repeatedly repeated.
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ever dumbening
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pardon me for not being in a big hurry to fail again.
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what's it to you?
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