tom robbins lives inside my blood cells in little tiny submarines and shouts comands over bullhorns or through paper cups on strings. he hauls my lungs open and slams them shut, blinks my eyes with back hoes and he's synchronized his words to drop to the beat of my very own fucking heart.
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as usual, my good thoughts are with you.
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That one time you came and saw the movie i forgot to get my tent.
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i would never pee on your carpet.
lets go bowling.
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