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 Those cataracts, now removed from my eyes, never cataracted your place in my memory: the site is not a precipice, from which the water's flo... [read more] |
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Between July sixteenth and September third of nineteen seventy-six, a Friday or Saturday night, at the drive-in theater just off I-Seventy:... [read more] |
 free society, free elections; free to consume content free to choose which sources of curated content to feed upon; free to have one's head... [read more] |
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A world of magic, once born into, corrupted and changed, over years time, everything's different now.... [read more] |
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Feeling like your phasing out of reality A constant feeling of paranoia and uneasiness teetering left and right; feeling... [read more] |
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kill dem babies! kill dem babies! cut dem out of our bodies! it's just human nature! bitches wanna fuck! bitches wanna suck! vaginal interco... [read more] |
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Your muscular bare torso is not shirted very often; your swift, slender bare feet are not shod very often; your baggy, bell bottom jeans do... [read more] |