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The clouds found us, under the sky eating up streets
Suddenly alone among a million lives, far away from home
The world is warm and likes having us in it
Throw me to the sky and let the clouds tear me up
Low ceiling
September 16, 2008
dreaming of gentle dragons and cotton candy
June 17, 2008
Saint Elmo's Fire
Call your mom
yesterday i walked for two and a half hours and was baptized in the spirit
isomorphism extension theorem
Contemporary Dance Theater
Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses
vodka cherries
pawns are the soul of chess
We only smoke when bored so we do two packs a day, and we've lost the difference between bored and lonely anyway
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