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sleeping on the streets of L.A. sure isn't what it used to be
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late night food cravings
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I wonder what mass given by Christian mystics would be like?
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Christian Rappers
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a party hardy bus and the hardy partyers who travel on it
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my little companion
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Sunset Beer Co.
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Sunset Beer Co.
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I threw a party for Buster today. Only 2 people came...but they brought good party favors.
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Buster Keaton's Birthday
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Buster Keaton's Birthday
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Jack gets euphoric whenever he sees freshly cut grass
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I mean...this dog is clearly in absolute ecstasy
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I think his fingers have a message for me
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Woof! *(this shit is too weird)
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sadness, a huge gun and a digital watch
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God this poetry sucks
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Huh?
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Huh?
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Jack hypnotized
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dodgeball, drinking and the common good
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occupy streets
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Delicious Decadence: a maple-bacon donut
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Bikes. In LA.
