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I Can Kind Of Envision One Person With A Lot Of Machines, Tapes, And Electronic Set-ups...singi Ng Or Speaking And Using Machines.

Being Drunk Is A Good Disguise. I Drink So I Can Talk To Assholes. This Includes Me.

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.