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May 29, 2011, 7:41 am
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the world it confounds itself because of course it is the world. and these teeth that aren’t my own because they’re yours and yours because you’re the ones who made me adn i’m the one who had the trouble with the bread and the pears and the speaking and whatever else. how it must’ve been to be in a room, alone, and not sure of where your face was going if it wasn’t going here then it was going there and either way it was goign somewhere that you couldn’t of which be sure.

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