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[aid] => mick
[title] => Im greenhorn
[time] => 2005-12-17 05:36:19
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[bodytext] => Completely incognito, let cartel will take trade. Somewhere disappear all and only I with my funk. As grey mouse. I have mask as Ipkis. Soundblaster, bits, this world is fiction.I - man without face, already nobody measures me up . Molten like Parmesan, amnesia will inflect them today .I don't think about camera, about advertisings' banner. Career in this business - with precision of sniper I destroy it. Duch is usual greenhorn, this nestling among eagles . I don't fight with flash of existences to much here storms. I am unknown for them . Stain of lives - I have Vanisch but world has many limits. **** select people, let them candle as halogen . We disappear here, and together with us every problem. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 43 [informant] => duch [notes] => Edited for language by mod_6......20/12/05 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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