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What does it say
On the last page
Such was the end of our friend
What bars our way makes us travel along it
Where quiet men awaited freedom
The marker flew past
If any one part is accepted as truth
Before she was aware of my intentions
Now what the hell ya suppose is eatin them
But it falls! It falls.
Such joy is always imperilled
He weighs the volume in his hand
With her head in an oven
The coldness was spreading
Not that it matters
Each tells the other that he is not
The hardness of it astonishes me
Too much of mere being
That is how I like to begin each day
I can walk! I can walk! I can walk!
Like a pen on your bedside table
He would not
Could not
I need some air
Keep em comin
Don’t feel bad
He’s an experienced hunter
It’s exhausting
Just sit still
And stop him
We’ve changed too much
Someone could get hurt
I’m so ashamed
Go back in
That’s right love
Now close your eyes
Damn right I am
Dry
Emotionless
I actually knew that offhand
There’s nothing here
Way too risky
Let’s just hope
We’re saved
Take you by force
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To crate the statue up.
To nothing...
To go home with me?
To say hi while I'm near a phone.
To run. Have fun. I love you.
To go live in my stomach.
To think about it.
To work cos we are late.
To do some more tests
To take it back,
To go back
To the store and get a test.
To normal.
- Who are you?
To know what's...
She'll be fine.
To get a handle on this.
To bed.
To sign in.
- I'll only be five minutes.
To sign in.
Duty-free.
To go.
So there are... what?
To a very powerful few.
To put wires inside my head?
To talk about what happened.
- Why?
To be looking for?
Watch.
Stop.
To get a second opinion.
- They think
To go to school.
To church
because I don't believe in God.
To God,
the more open they are
to the torment of their demons.
To Friday night.
- Yeah. To Friday night, honey.
To hell
- Hey, girlfriend.
To me,
To get her
To a safe place.
To be inspirational.
To you.
To speak
To me
To know.
To become a priest.
Why?
To get back
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that's where i left it
07:41
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Lorenzo's Tractor Duluth, Minnesota
Lorenzo's Tractor is distorted information, misrepresented doctrines, abstracted absolutes, concepts and misconceptions,
sounds which must exist because they can exist, a pure expression of the fabric of reality.
It ain't art, man. It's life.
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