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structurin' remix

slooth on September 06, 2012 01:09

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    this fan will die standing, not resisting outter space.
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    some wage none: same number, same town, same shuffle
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    i mastered every sickness but my own, and that's the damage.
    lore nurse leaving notebooks. even the hopeless among us are part purchase.
    so what the fuck is the structure?

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