February 2012
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Nobody's home except me.
Time to take all my art supplies into the living room, make shit, drink coffee, and repeatedly listen to Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl by Broken Social Scene. Really loud.
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Capture The Realness: Twisted up crumbled up like... →
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Twisted up crumbled up like a paper tossed up caught on fire when the wind took, stole the lighter from the mans back pocket for sure desire. I melted and I was defenseless to the hammer, stomping down with such a pressure no one can over power. Authority, so stolen and phony, how do you expect us…
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