I just had a premonition that the only books left on earth were the books that I've got.
It gave me such a shuddering dose of the fear, I'm surprised I can still type.
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Thu 9 Jun 2011, 2:28,
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Poets in the middleeast speak of flowers and valleys.
Another man may take up wood, brass and steel.
Myself, I just contextually copypasta important bits
disguised as mindpiss everywhere I can.
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Thu 9 Jun 2011, 2:38,
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Myself, I just contextually copypasta important bits
disguised as mindpiss everywhere I can.
And I ain't got no home in this world any more...
always worth a link, though.
(*PS: Yes, we know what you do, and still we like it*)
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Thu 9 Jun 2011, 2:44,
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(*PS: Yes, we know what you do, and still we like it*)