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2:11 a.m. 2006-04-08

lost this transcript recreating aversion to apathy in the throes of revelations and ecstatical undulations of truth. Pouring forth from children's souls in immaculate conception of joy these angels guide your fingers in etheral fate to stain jubilation on paper in black ink. They set foot on this speculation like the visitations of past tense reverberations of echoes we once knew to be true fading like the ring in your ears. So just breathe like salvation and stutter redemption on pages and faces when the colours in your eyes scream this transendence in time and space the lingering trace of the taste of you. Like tomorrow could be something better

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