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| in our world ~ we have to lock up our toddler bikes ! |
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| can't even swim across a lake polluted without Capital's defenders harassment |
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| the actual machine which creates words |
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| the actual machine from which nostalgia emanates |
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| the anarchist want to give us~ that which we think we already have |
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| that seductive charm of decay / flaked / peeling other worlds |
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| bike noir |
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| can't we just leave the fishes alone ? |
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| for over ten years all i have longed for is to live in forests and fields |
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| Re~Wild !!! |
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| my grandmother's ghost |
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| not bravely defending democracy ~ attacking people in the streets with rubber bullets and bombs ! |
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| no borders |
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| do not domesticate ! |
NE!L~ on wheels !
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