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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hyperbolic Head-Trip
[time] => 2007-07-13 22:18:35
[hometext] => Even the aphoristic have a place to call home.
[bodytext] => On the Boardwalk, we swallow our coffee cans to narcolepsy, punch babies with affection and don all of our clothes from morning until night; suits, pajamas, Ayatollah Tees, all for the sake of something else more lively. Call it our Vol de fantaisie. Here you can inhale full cans of Tag and make chocolate incarnations for John, who doesn't mind the occasional sweet. On this walledstreet of cracks big enough to fall in, everyone has a Ferrari. In every mind there's an endorphin craze, and everything else is énorme; bliss the size of an RV septic tank, full. It's a paradise paradigm and anystuff can cause genocide; anything has the advantage while any other person has it all made for them on golden calves. No philosophes here. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 73 [informant] => skyhawk432 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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