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we never really turn into different people. we are always the same person continually evolving.

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A while ago I discovered I was turning into a different person and I think the first day of a new season is a wholely appropriate time to note it.. Thanks, New York, for giving me the chance to choose. Cheers to everyone who knows themselves a bit better each day.

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Right , KNG?l(Silence...)"What?"

Im talking to you...

"Me?" Yeah. "Howdy" Um, hi. What8s up with the world? "Petals fall, as wind rises." Um, deep. Really. "Goody two shoes." Who*s shoes? Yours.

Size?

99.99999

Fine.

Happy Father*s day, dad. Bye-bye"

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And I am not.... But thats ok.

I also am.

Yeah, a bit of a juggling act.

But also quite a great place to be... Right , KNG?

l(Silence...) @What?@

Im talking to you...

@Me?@@ Yeah. @Hoowdy@ Um, hi. What8s upp with the world? @Petals faall, as wind rises.@ Um, deep. Really.

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I am a beneficiary of white priveledge

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The Five borough bachelor party makes a quick stop in the parklearning, eating, drinking. The cat strippers are coming. We move on.

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earlier earlier this summer i discovered i didnt know myself anymorewhere had my old self gone, and why had she le ft me in such a lurch?

or, had i left her?

had i left her behind willingly, carelessly in the hwhirlwind of you

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the rain, the tempest-- literature is to be found in the recovery.

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hello my name is gdobi like to play gamesthe games we like to play are very magical, rainy days upon us this summer solstice so wonderful the wind and rain!

Happy Summer NYC all the best everyone :)

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Facial shmashial, you don't know for q..abnormalities. I could go on and on about that david copperfield kind of crap. uh oh it raining, they;re closing this scene down. Oh what i would have said. Wha-evs.....I'm outtie...

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i feel very humiliated now that you discovered my facial abnormality

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this is a save point. the zombies cannot eat me this time.

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Lucas didn't understand why people didn't talk to him. He wanted to have deep philosophical questions and discuss life the universe and French literature. But nobody understood him. People would laugh at him, pat him on the head and try to chase him as he screamed in extistential angst.It is hard to be a dog.

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What is a question?Was that a rhetorical question?

What about that? Was that one a rhetorical question?

Was that a rhetorical question?

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There once was a city ... there once was a city with a thousand eyes. The city could not sleep, there was too much to see. there were too many things to drink. too many thhings to eat. too many hearts to set on fire. and on fire they were set, deep in the cities eyes, reflections of true love, love of beer and moustaches.

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allitaa aalota Moods are all we got. Do we disown our youth or do we look for other youths to inhabit? June 21 summer starts every day has been unpredictable. What will tomorrow bring?? What do we want? What is in the w a y?

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summer solstice hot sticky sweat. the sun kisses our cheeks and the shoes go squeek!

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hi to aleta. how ungenerously in later life we disclaim the virtuous moods of our youth, living in retrospect long, summer days of unreflecting dispassion.

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I LOVE LIVI LOVE LIVI LOVE AARON #felicia

cheers to #thicc bitches

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Sometimes i drink to get high, but usually i drink to get by.sad as it is but its what im doingmaybe tomorow ill read instead

cheers bitches