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heres a dumb poem i just wrote after listening to the flaming lips all day the house was so warm and the air was so rich and thick smelles like diapers and spaghetti sauce from an incense stick Our blood was red we could tell In the home made from a tree eating vegetables ripe and fresh from the sea Our lifes become so sober freshness will always fade and laundry spice cant fill your lungs, not really |
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| pete | i live in.. | 040603 |
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| minnesota_chris | basement dwellers unite! | 040603 |
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| pete | *raises his coffee mug in salute* | 040603 |
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| silentbob | hard to sleep in | 040603 |