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       I have little damp cave in head   where my
life situated, I'm putting there the handfuls for
this roguish spiky piece of me - what bathe in my
spits,  with teeth I prepare for him more or less
sloppy varied mash     -   I slip on him sweet or
bitter-sour river  or overdraw rhythmically tasty
hot smoke,   everywhere I wear the expensive rich
jelly,        I stand on designated locations and
expectorate interesting expresive slime - I enjoy
my life




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