Shall we loot or retool?
Pop or poop?
I pollute the intuited tulip!
You devolve to a root.
They don't understand us.
That's their weakness!
They don't understand us.
That's their strength!
Our invisible dreamer undreams us!
Are you peeping at me in my sleep?
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
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