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[aid] => mick
[title] => A robot's regrets
[time] => 2008-02-26 12:37:07
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[bodytext] => My oiled limbs carve the apple and pack my bag My mechanical mouth informs my mother i am going on a hike I walk the hill, I smoke alone. My metal blood pumps through my thin pipes and I walk home. I walk into my room, lay down on my bed, and think about how I'm wasting everything. My brain recognizes the error, but discards the warning. One year now, and the schedule continues. I walk the hill, I smoke alone. Even computers make mistakes. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 66 [informant] => SaraDear [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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