July 2011
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the imaginary being named constantine
cloak and broke. the ticking time bomb in this mans ankle sock is the tell tale hearts pseudo deja vu. what i mean to say is, reminiscent of that guilty pleasure hidden away, but always near by to creep up on you— well more so torture. on this train, did i mention we were on a train? the fellow next to me, in his shrubby dress shirt and inspector gadget jacket, has this lovely time bomb on...
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i like.
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