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Wednesday, June 22, 2011
See dawn
Weepy eyes and TV ties
Wet hair a droopy stare
Fun had with minus mad
Be rad and tell dad
arms spread boards fled
sleepy songs working wrongs
no back only slack
hold on see dawn
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Two things I learned today
Move back
sour taste
The I likes
Hangry monster
The irony of fuck it
Surprise me
Reviewing and Editing
See dawn
Real men don't have jobs
What if it still doesn't work?
Bernember me
You can't
Mom Dad Indy Stone
We need God
Making kids cry
Fades to night
Boring bore boring
Gold to cold
Outside in
Forever mind bend
The mountain
Ego on cool
Pee bottles
The good times
tired everything
The guard
It depends
Cussed out Mom
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