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¨:«^%@£### sun is about to rise. its a long day, ###£@%^«:¨
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¨:«^%@£££# equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape #£££@%^«:¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨«^@£ mirrors, prisms, and various things to £@^«¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨«%@@£# do art with. the fridge is filled with #£@@%«¨¨¨¨
¨:«^%@£### differet foods, all of them intriguing, ###£@%^«:¨
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¨¨¨«««%%£# myself, songs and poetry, and found #£%%«««¨¨¨
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¨:«^%@£££# of their lives, play the guitar for me, #£££@%^«:¨
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¨:«^%@£### "save" things. whatever i put in here ###£@%^«:¨
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¨:«^%@£### completely reset overnight: synth ###£@%^«:¨
¨:«^%@£### patches removed, food uneaten, wounds ###£@%^«:¨
¨¨¨¨:«^%£# healed, and wherever and whenever i'd #£%^«:¨¨¨¨
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¨¨:«^^%@## rested in my bed. sometimes there's ##@%^^«:¨¨
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¨:«^%@££## the cottage tries to communicate. here, ##££@%^«:¨
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¨¨¨¨¨:«%££ large sprawling city, where my radio ££%«:¨¨¨¨¨
¨:«^%@£### friends live. we go exploring together ###£@%^«:¨
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¨¨¨¨«^@££# me, they never remember during the day. #££@^«¨¨¨¨
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