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ok dreams and pow ems pilgrim bottles hats and longjohns in comfort floors sometimes i need to breath sometime i write the things you read the things and maybe c ry st als yo u s ee the d ark and mayb e wel l it m akes me nor mal cry you know and it is you and tor nado but the w ar ni ng doesnt sc a re me the ta cti c wo r ks in newne ss wa ys an d a ll the ru l es ar e ju st th er e ju st f or e st s of p ap er wa s i t awes ome it was fu n wo nt y ou ju st say so met hi ng.
i will come you were had gone for recipes luck for luck naughtiness averted.
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I really like that one! forests of paper. a forest of papers.is a forest of signs.
Hillary, I hope, it’s you who visited Germany last year? It’s me, Erik, do you remember? the guy who bought himself new pants on that day, we wrote a test?
sorry, I lost your e-mail adress. so if you still have mine…send me some notice and I’ll give you some of my new stuff…
would be great!