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it's all English Broken
crepaway

Ever Google:  Error messages and feel you ‘re getting permission?
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Denied.
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you google denied>>>> A slippery slope this can become,
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instead you google earth.
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It’s safer;
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you will not be hunted down as some kind of a hack, hacker, your luck: Terrorist.
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Until your aunt manifests, uneasy feeling about the whole Earth google thing, she fixes her bed.
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She mutters()()()()
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there are so many directions you are unaware of……..
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She asks you not to label her house!!! Don’t  label my house…
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the wrong people might get the idea its valuable. Rediscover wrong, ithink.   How do you know Israel won’t B my house?
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Why would I want to label???? She spirallllls….
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.
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i don't like the idea…i like the idea. I’m 100% cerebral.  she spierolls
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you want ta put in order. things. Tag your it.
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you want (to) read her journal.
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fix the blinking lights//// the feeling of permission.
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Beyond:  again back to why boys rev their engines,
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and woman get in. sad? Unsad.  those days where you had less moments with yourself. moments in season.
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Dig?  
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you want to solve your survival from a bird’s eye view?
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aerial salvation     just like how they watch you.
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source it.
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fear learning, meaning danger - true deathdanger –the endall ranger killa like nothing matter Xperience, is a Bliss
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is a curse           that keeps staking.  
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to            run like you're breaking prisons,
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without skills like you’re just born, to love one, yours.                                
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should qualify for the big B. the cursed waiting list.  
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there is more of everything in our infinity. But not enough about us.  
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Knutme: find safety/heightened stare of awareness,    money having how to consume, having change,    talking nothing.  
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You fear the Exit is an exile,         so bend, you bend it. you got the having.
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it's still u.  decorated.     and the gaps   keep swelling… consequences,    tattering choices.   Ladders nailed to ladders, holding the climbing hands.     and you measure safety.
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Gun think guns.  Baby, wish it can be any other way, to regulate it..  
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Someday you’ll experience your memory, it will be of things imagined, and things happened.
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You’d be tempted to call it history,           porosity.
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Someday you’ll be mining at night         under the flood lights, dreaming of fishing in a lake        and you get a Seek                 for influence. Dig?  
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Someday you will be working in a field,      growing food for the masses,      with soil on your cloth,
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soil that looks like blood.   not yours, Knutme.  
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Think Hunger.
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or boredom if speaking English.
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and         you will    accept  it  All.
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19 Apr 08

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very nice work.
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good work.
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Thought provoking
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fractalcore thinks its by joey
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well, not really, unk.

but i do think the unk who wrote this
has a promising talent. is [s]he you?
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Thank you for the comments.
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