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Saturday, February 21, 2009

3. Koschatnick: A dealer of stolen cats.

I am not sorry, if
that is what you have come for.

The skopos: transcoding as
as a means of exposing.

Imagine that the bicycles in
the hall can feel absense, still I
do not regret you, or after
you because I do not
understand the purpose of purpose.

Nothing
A real feeling washes over the
body like a warm, sick bath.
Always there exist
oatmeal remedies,
but when is a question that
sits a the center like
a peach pit.

If i could explain how
a face can only become a new shape for
the original problem

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