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Post by Don Schaeffer on Mar 27, 2013 10:52:52 GMT -5
Sometimes he needs, driven by remnants of hunger for things that he can find on E-Bay, gifts. Life in the sea of faces passes like a trip through mayonaisse, bits of effort inhibiting his eyes, seeing the same configurations unrelieved. He needs something new when life becomes a worthless ritual of empty questions that the mere biology of continuation never answers.
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