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bijou
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i can't feel anything. it's all broken bottles tonight, and for the next hundred and forty five nights. it's getting so dark.
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bijou
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the_murder_city_devils
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010926
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bijou
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scared_of_chaka crossing with switchblades
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011111
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old dirty birdmad
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needle-fine and razor_sharp retracting instead of jackknifed spring and release like a ball point pen brass knuckles
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011111
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Aimee
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god, I thought about it today.... I just don't get it... what the hell is wrong with me.
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j
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thought about what, aimee?
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011112
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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