| The universe is collapsing. The love
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| | molasses poured from the splitting of the
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| child of infinity and time has become the
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| | illusion, drenching my soul yet again in
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| basterd of yet another failed marriage,
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| | sticky darkness. The contradictions I had
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| unbalanced and withered, troublesome and
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| | dressed in lamb's attire ached and
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| empty.
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| | throbbed like a stubbed toe until the
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| At eighteen years old, I decided to try
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| | truth bit into my sinew with its sharp
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| to ease the burden of this kind of
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| | wolf teeth. There was no romance in this
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| apocalyptic, paraplegic cowboy wisdom and
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| | rock; it was just a colorful version of
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| take to the streets in search of
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| | the dissolute corridor I left behind. The
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| redemption. There was word of an oasis
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| | difference between my archaic and
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| whispered on the fermented grape vine
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| | neo-hell was a matter purely of
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| that gave me hope, tales told by
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| | cosmetics. An ugly woman redeems some
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| toothless creatures of a bright town that
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| | sense of her non-existent beauty by
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| had not yet been severed from its sisters
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| | resigning herself to the fact she is
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| of hope and divine substance. So I headed
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| | ugly. On the other hand, an advanced
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| down on the A303 hoping to drench my
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| | state of revulsion is vomited upon
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| 'John Majoresc' universe in the
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| | humanity when the beast coats herself in
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| kaleidoscopic colors of Brighton rock.
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| | three inches of flaky paste trying to
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| Unwashed hair and linen shirt blew
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| | hide her deformed bone structure. Unless,
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| romantically in the salt soaked wind as I
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| | of coarse you are a walking erection
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| approached the chic, expensive Sussex
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| | intoxicated with cheap liquor. And that,
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| countryside. My mind felt pulled toward
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| | with hindsight and shabby metaphor is
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| infinity by the wild horses of
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| | exactly what I was, dressed in linen and
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| providence. The thud of their hooves
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| | deliriously drowned in my own dopamine.
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| beating on the tarmac sent serotonin
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| | Brighton was beginning to reveal its self
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| pounding through my nervous system,
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| | a brothel for illusionary dreamers, a
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| enhanced only by the wisdom of Marks
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| | dirty syringe full of numbing
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| (Howard, not Karl) chattering away on
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| | self-importance. My subconscious was
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| Radio 2. On arrival I promptly approached
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| | working over time to blot the dark truth
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| the nearest 'head' shop, brought a
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| | out of my waking life. At first when you
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| converted fire engine from the buy and
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| | get there and unpack you feel like you
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| sell section in the window and parked it
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| | have struck gold, a soul rich like
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| slap bang in the middle of the town.
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| | Christmas cake with Peruvian icing. Then
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| Wheels and a home all in one. Every man
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| | the nightmares creep in.
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| called Sam should own one.
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| | Skeletons cloaked in velvet and joules
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| It did not take me long to settle in and
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| | dance round bright, rich fires of useless
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| meet some interesting characters. Bill
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| | thought, swaying to sweet empty songs,
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| 'Bongo' Burns; a protégé talented
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| | clasping cracked porcelain doves. Blurred
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| artist whose worked showed the suffering
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| | visions of rusty vintage cars in miles
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| and hunger, living off aristocratic
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| | and miles of endless traffic, dead babies
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| parents whilst trying to 'make it big',
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| | rot in grey booster seats. Trying to
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| Little Jane; a four foot nothing anti
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| | escape, finding another fucking fence....
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| capitalist singer-songwriter who was in
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| | I knew that the wall would collapse at
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| the process of accumulating massive
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| | some point and reality would dawn, the
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| financial wealth selling hallucinogenic
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| | future smelt of bi polar fucked head
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| drugs to manic depressives, and more of
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| | disorder.
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| the same contradictive perversions of the
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| | ........................................
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| human form. "Without contraries is no
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| | ........
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| progression," said Blake, so perhaps, I
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| | The diamond bullet penetrated my fragile
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| thought, this is a sign of a community
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| | skull one evening without warning. Nobody
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| truly alive. Hope and dope. I immersed
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| | noticed the small pinprick as it entered
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| myself in the social scene, became a
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| | my forehead with a silent hiss. I
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| being of value, a face everybody knew and
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| | remained upright becoming increasingly
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| liked, I began to feel fulfilled. There
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| | aware of the pretentious drivel dibbling
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| was poetry reading every afternoon in
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| | out of my mouth onto the crowded room.
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| dusty underground bars and at dusk, the
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| | The damp wall behind me coldly witnessed
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| Cowely Club filled with anarchist whores
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| | my precious neurological palace of sand
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| and virgins, vegan plotters talking in
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| | pour out of the exit wound like drunken
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| hushed voices, drunken lovers shouting
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| | diarrhea. I felt not only the dissolution
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| public obscenities at each other. The
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| | I had once felt but also a new, darker
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| whole place seem to be pulled and swayed
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| | sensation entirely. I realized it was
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| by the tide of the majestic ocean, the
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| | not just the world that was fucked and
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| atmosphere was both enthralling and
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| | ignorant but my judgment also. The clown
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| intoxicating to my hungry and depraved
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| | of cynicism was being mocked and laughed
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| mind.
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| | at by the very subject he felt he was
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| The town itself was charming and magical.
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| | above and smarter than. I had been
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| The Lanes sweated life onto the nobly
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| | fooled, there is nothing more depraving
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| cobbled pavements whilst coffee shops,
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| | for a man's soul than that. A
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| organic delis and colorful patrons lined
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| | cosmological kick in the balls. I did
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| the sidewalks. You felt somebody yet
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| | not waste any time, as my grandiose
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| nobody among the freaks and the flowers
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| | illusions of liberty and substance
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| of the cut and fold freedom fighters. The
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| | crumbled around me like the twin towers
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| sound of acoustic guitars seamed to float
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| | of prosperity and freedom, I ran like a
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| through the oak trees in the national
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| | rapid dog on fire until I could run no
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| park, mixing with the sweet smell of jazz
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| | more.
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| cigarettes before groping your senses.
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| | Today that moment still haunts me. I felt
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| Sun washed brown healthy spines. I was
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| | in a macro-moment the loss of that
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| Ernest Hemmingway every time I scribbled
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| | dangling carrot giving me the will to
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| nonsense in my tattered notebook,
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| | stumble through each day, allowed me to
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| glancing up only to catch glimpses of the
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| | fantasize about a world that still
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| peacocks flaunting their trending
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| | harbored a beating heart.
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| feathers, Miss Sixty jeans and pastel
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| | Adam cocked it all up. The soul of the
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| head bands. "Brighton", I remember
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| | world has cut itself loose to start a new
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| jotting "Is the Rampant Rabbit of
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| | life and it ain't going to pay
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| dwellings. The vibe here is so intense
| |
| | maintenance. God is dead, reborn into
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| that life feels like one constant earth
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| | another cosmos or no cosmos at all. I
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| shattering orgasm, its juice thick and
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| | could travel the world looking for that
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| sweet like honey." Typical drivel that so
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| | divine magik in every nook and cranny,
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| feels good at the time whilst high in the
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| | field and town. Perhaps he has learnt
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| moment. It was how I had always dreamt
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| | his lessons; do not play with time, do
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| San Fran to be in the sixties, rich and
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| | not masturbate and don't become self
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| velvety with new age culture, but sharp
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| | obsessed enough to try to catch your
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| like a wire whip ready to cut through the
| |
| | reflection in every gleaming surface that
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| ugly, sleeping world into the fundamental
| |
| | manifests. Invest but don't take risks,
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| forms of beauty and progression.
| |
| | listen to Alan Sugar. This is the Big
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| I had reached Nirvana I felt, but this
| |
| | Crunch, they Dying Room of the heavenly
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| was soon to be proven as the fool's
| |
| | master that the conned and disillusioned
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| paradise. There is a crack in everything
| |
| | have sacrificed their sensual pleasure
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| so they say, it is where the light gets
| |
| | for, in hoping to redeem eternal reward.
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| in mumble the poets. Well in regards to
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| | A ghost town full of decaying tumble
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| the former, I can confirm. However, when
| |
| | weeds. Elvis has left the building.
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| the crack formed, instead of light,
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