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i was never one to begin with

To write. to muse. and to break free. Sunday, August 31, 2003. The man five blocks away. Sits on his couch. Watching the latest game. He barely pauses, save to sip. A draft of modernism. The voluptuous poster girl. That adorns a hundred billboards. Is eyed by many. And everyones in a rush. Going to have a free lunch on me. Try it on someone else. Unfortunately, I am. To the street busker. 12, XII, twelve, noon, midnight -. Whatever you call it;. Tuesday, July 08, 2003. Friday, June 20, 2003. Revelation.

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Powered by TagBoard Message Board. I told him, you know. I told him years ago. It was at the end of my reign. I closed the final door to Hell, and I told him. I told him that i owed him much for having given me the impetus to go. I told him that there was always freedom, even the ultimate freedom, the freedom to leave. Lucifer, The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaiman. And I fell in love, once.

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To write. to muse. and to break free. Sunday, August 31, 2003. The man five blocks away. Sits on his couch. Watching the latest game. He barely pauses, save to sip. A draft of modernism. The voluptuous poster girl. That adorns a hundred billboards. Is eyed by many. And everyones in a rush. Going to have a free lunch on me. Try it on someone else. Unfortunately, I am. To the street busker. 12, XII, twelve, noon, midnight -. Whatever you call it;. Tuesday, July 08, 2003. Friday, June 20, 2003. Revelation.

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