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Thursday, June 18, 2009
PURE SHORES.
Hanging with the youths , from the plant, under the sea.Dreaming of beaches that are all mine. I haven´t seen the tiny white horse today, maybe the polarbear mistook him for a twizzler and ate him. It happens.
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RAPUNZEL AND SAMSON.
MAKE A LITTLE SPACE MAKE A BETTER PLACE.
FLOWER POWER
PURE SHORES.
I CALL TO ARMS.
TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HORSE.
SOFIES CHOICE.
HE CAME IN THROUGH THE BATHROOM WINDOW.
BLACK HOLES ARE DELICIOUS.
KEEPING ME AWAKE.
GREEN FINGERS
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