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March 3, 2011 / b. honey

forever and a day

sumtimes the system spits nasty stuff in your face.
go to hell, banking system.

the wind blows wildly outside.

when i first heard this, i played it a hundred times over in one night. green street lamp. the whole deal. now i am older and it still haunts me. breaks my heart. goosepimples. humbles me. makes me fly. my heart feels tingly. all that.

this is my 15millionth reincarnation.

-end transmission-


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