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Born Daily but - there is no brain. it is an illusion of pulp and liquid. still - born into this cartoon i am amazed at the proliferation of supervisors. and - when did i wake up so gentle? smiling idiot harmless and volatile. here - unprepared i arrive to you. one rib short and reeking of pheromones. born daily being my worst habit. |
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