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words unparallel when writen in the eye, thoughts expressing nothing but raw material wealth, who really cares about pink polka-dotted lions and sun tinted elephants? Fuck what you've heard, know what you see. like those insane malnurished children of Idaho, pick patatoes from frost bitten soil and eat saw dust off of circular saws that have no dullness to their blades. fish for a dog hunt for a cat. run into a brick wall with no helmet on you face. |