mood:  cold
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Eye contact... A trip, something is touching? What's wrong? Eye contact... nothing like it, nothing like it What's wrong? Eye contact... hold it right here, this is crazy. What's wrong?////////// Back off for a second, just back off. My heart restriction Take hesitation Yes, fine. Take hesitation I'm thinking after seeing you... excellent. Take hesitation Very good. Take hesitation My dime is yours. I need... I need something stronger.

Ghettos 2 the left of us Ghettos 2 the left of us Ghettos 2 the left of us Ghettos 2 the left of us
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chaos. more complex. embodies it in a sound

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am the realist, I expect nothing as such Beware false idols, belive in me Beware false idols, belive in me
chaos. But in reality it is more complex. Legend embodies it in a sound
In the Kinderreich mankind adds words together to make a sentence. As they learn the sentence, they learn order. Undo the sentence and you undo order. The sentence is a cell, the word a padlock on meaning. Warning! Every sentence is for life without parole. Meaning has become entirely a shared pleasure, shared and passed on like a message between prisoners. People think reality is another word for chaos. But in reality it is more complex. Legend embodies it in a sound that enables it to spread all over the world.
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