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a singularity defined... it happened only once... once upon a time... there was no other quite like this. And so, though many stories start off ocne upon a time. Only this one ever ended like this.
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uow
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i once knew a man maybe i've written about this before i'm not sure. i delete things. i once knew a man. he used to bring his laundry over to get done he'd eat supper and smoke in the living room others wouldn't let him into their homes but my parents were his friends and i knew him a little we once watched a circus show together he lived in a cabin in the woods way out in the really wild woods in the valley my grandfather lives in my mother knew his mother long ago a lot of people knew them valley folk know he was found dead in a ditch his body was left in the snow they found him when winter was melting there was a time he was going to be my neighbour there was a time he spent a day at my grandfather's he helped in the garden and talked over dinner about changing his life forever grandpa phoned one day and said he read in the valley paper the man was dead the police suspected murder and they mentioned it on the television i found out the details from the cleaning lady you see she used to help my family that was her job, she cleaned and helped in the kitchen once or twice a week and she liked talking and she had been to dinner at the coroner's she didn't know i knew him the dead man and i couldn't tell her i knew the man who was murdered and i had a dream about his death there was a wolf biting my throat i was running but i stopped and i could smell the wet leaves
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uow
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today_i learned something. i heard someone died. another man i once knew. and it reminded me. it reminds me.
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crOwl
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amazing story, mon. i loved it. a man i named rabbit rivers i once met sounds similar to this man of the woods. fortunately he is my friend now. his blumengarten inspired monet_on_bartlett.
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Once upon a town, a tiny town, Near Mexicali, actually There was a boy of no reknown, None at all, actually. He loved a girl, only one girl, And she was oh so cruel, But she was his whole entire world, And she came to love this too. They loved not too wisely, (You know the rest) He gave too much too quickly, For he couldn't give any less. Twice his heart was broken, Battered by her fickle ways, And on her memory he kept on chokin, Until this day, this day of days Something snapped inside his head Something he didn't hate but loved instead There from his hastily abandoned room Grew a lovely rose, a wondrous bloom. Now this boy from the tiny town The town of no, of no reknown He smiles knowing there are higher, Places he can go to find her. Her, that someone new. Her that to him finally will be true.
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silentbob
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once you wore my t-shirt to bed and i i wore nothing.
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041005
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lime rider
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rice trinckles out of the box into a pink shiny pan. that's a sound you'll never hear again. Enjoy!
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050707
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password
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once, twice, three times
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050708
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c r 0 w l
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a_film_you_should_see the soundtrack is on constant rotation at robin_hill.
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080206
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c r 0 w l
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take this sinking boat and point it home. we still have time! falling slowly, sink your melody, i'll sing it all...
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080206
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maybe the movie should have been the tell-tale sign that my heart longed for a transgressive love. i was fucking pissed when the credits rolled. never mind enjoying all the beautiful music between guy and girl; they didn’t get together at the end of the film when they were so clearly made for each other. “that’s what makes it such a great film,” brandon argued. “they couldn’t be together.” girl was married. if that were me, i remembered thinking, i would run toward that feeling no matter what it cost me.
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mcdougall
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Built_to_Spill Big_Dipper I use this as a restart. I clear my head with it I attempt to debug infested earworms with this song A mantra of sorts. I often don’t listen to it. I just sing it to myself in my head.
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220726
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what's it to you?
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