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fun at my own expense funny cause its true do what they told me sit on my own fence spit in buckets be disgusted worth millions tossing it onto the artists of the horror movie generation brother of jail taught me how to spit on the terrorists scaring little kids in the buckets they go round round and round for the one worth it so i just sit here on my fence pointing blindly do you want to know me? Everyday the same routine the same game i play with myself to inrteract with opthers hoping they will remember me among their interactions with another for something good to be remembered a night of thirteens bel;ls and the mystery of how when there was no envelopes in all of town square

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