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5:40 p.m. 2007-04-22

They have lacerated the old roads and old ways with oilslick parking grids and all the colors of the rainsbow fall down on your face and hands and make a mess of the hues and hopes in your skin. And you know i needed you last night but less like parasites and more like firefights, morelike alleyway independence and the unadulterated utter mindfuck of this particular brand of impossible. Yeah, i needed you last night... but whatever

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