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Jan 31, 2005 22:44

Dear shithead,
This isn't happening;
The sky is really falling,
The paint's all made of lead,
There's asbestos in the walls,
Hell's coming to rip off the doors
To the priveleged mansion.
Do you want to love and feel it?
You can look but you can't taste it.
You can reach but you'll never have it.
We are untouchable;
Untouchable is something to be.

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____discodrive February 1 2005, 06:20:25 UTC
buckle belt.

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