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I forget. Are we marching for the struggle against conformity or the struggle for unity? Are we in layers or are we just rows? Are we progressive illumination or regressive graffiti? Why don’t we know who we are?
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posted by anyjazz @ 12:30 AM
At Saturday, February 28, 2015 11:34:00 AM, Kaleymorris said…
That fence looks familiar ...
At Saturday, February 28, 2015 1:11:00 PM, anyjazz said…
Perhaps I have used it before. Hm. I think it was in Edmund, Oklahoma, beside where he had breakfast that morning. We were on our way to Guthrie. But maybe not.
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At Saturday, February 28, 2015 11:34:00 AM,
Kaleymorris said…
That fence looks familiar ...
At Saturday, February 28, 2015 1:11:00 PM,
anyjazz said…
Perhaps I have used it before.
Hm. I think it was in Edmund, Oklahoma, beside where he had breakfast that morning. We were on our way to Guthrie. But maybe not.
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