She's always hitting her head
Her hair is falling off her head
She can't tell left from right, up from down, empty from full––she only tells the truth
She can't tell shoulders from hips
Her knees are made of iron, ironclad
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I want to make my attention visible I want to make my attention clean My lore is obviously balletic My lore is obviously dharmic I want to b... -
Postmodern/Pedestrian: - external causes - ends-based, purpose of a movement is to accomplish a goal- - measured by numbers arbitrarily (cou...
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You knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for. When I love you it’s like invisibility...
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