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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
pretty as a picture, says the blind man
"i gave away my baby, gave away my clothes, gave away my vices, and lost sight of all my friends" says the shadow in the furthest booth, like they've won some sort of contest for the heavy-hearted. we say cheers to their misfortune, dancing internally that we're so much better off. it's all a game and competition is weak at best.
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