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31 January 2010

Mockery

is by far the most sincere form of flattery.

At least that's what they tell me.

But I can't find my clown shoes.
Posted by Mike at 10:52 PM
Labels: friendship, the French, theater

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      • A definite halo
      • Someone showed me
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      • Positively starved
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      • As time blossoms
      • I shoot,
      • Jubilation
      • More blank eyes
      • Further Contemplation
      • Re-invigoration
      • The strings
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      • Fuck Danger
      • These are my toes,
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