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Tuesday, 22 October 2013
WELL ITS SICK
oh my the SIZE of the world
its ENORMOUS headache barks its nike children out of bed before dawn well its endless blacktop and solid steel rail cuddle-shoves the bondage billions into fluorescent and neon still sluggish with plasma oh my the STRUGGLE with the bomb-art yangying and well its sick wheezy with GIANT history-flu mega sneezing deadends and fullstops and circus circles from satellite drones and billboards
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