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    You can't stay mad at the setting sun because we all get tired I mean eventually all there's left to do is sleep


    Tell me about yourselves boothers

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    May 4th, 2011

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    Someone in my dictionary's up to no good I never find the very special words I should


    does anyone actually look at this thing anymore?

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    March 13th, 2011

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    Nobody knows you the way you know you but I think I do


    Boothers, if you could be anyone else for a day who would you be and why?

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    December 28th, 2010

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    Morning ritual

    Boother's tell me something I don't know

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    December 28th, 2010

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    So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving and pluck all your silly strings bend all your notes for me

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    October 5th, 2010

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    All secrets sleep in winter clothes

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    September 14th, 2010

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    Everybody knows the world continues though whether or not you're still breathing.

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    September 12th, 2010

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    I am insignificant and fading into the background.
    How can I cease to exist if I never existed in the first place?
    Now you see me now you don't

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    September 1st, 2010

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    Mdma+flashlights+kevin=kickass time

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    August 31st, 2010

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    We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
    Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
    On and on and on we are calling out and out again
    Never looking down I'm just in awe of what's in front of me

    Boothers. tell me something

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    August 31st, 2010