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01 Feb

It’s dark and gray and cold and by the look of things this world is nothing but a pickle jar filled with twisted, heavy shapes soaked in formalin, up on a shelf in a dusty school lab.

A perfect example of a sentence resulted from overexposure to postmodern mannerisms and winter.

 
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Posted by on February 1, 2010 in jurnal

 

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