we don't seem to have gotten anywhere
mmm the tensions of could be lovers...
PURE JOY, PURE LOVE, I CRYIED
dog reminds me of travolta
there is no exit from your life.
the truth will rear its ugly and/or beautiful head when it shows up to the party you invited it to.
You never know!
I want to make it rain
the monopoly men are for some reason mad at being called monopoly men. huh.
the artificiality of the act, or, the act of artificiality
ARTIFICIAL UNDEAD HORRORS
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