C'est ne pas une pipe
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Jeru War and Piss,
Tue 22 Apr 2008, 23:53,
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MAGRITTE
smells
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Face will put on her red shoes and nrans the blues,
Tue 22 Apr 2008, 23:55,
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i was in this city once, with nothing but pipes.
The houses were shaped like pipes, the busses, the cars, the stop lights. But everyone denied that they were pipes.
As it turned out, I was in Magritteville.
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Foxglove -- it all ends in tears anyway...,
Wed 23 Apr 2008, 0:14,
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