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St. Anthony of Mistakes
Friday, October 17, 2008
Imperishable Permanence
"The moon is so fucking weird, every time i look at it
it seems so ominous and different changing
by the light draped on it.
Truth is though its always the fucking same"
"Yea but thats like how lots a shit is, you know?"
"ah fuck, oh yea"
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