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tis the season |
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cowboy campouts |
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Ned Kelly/Colonel Gaddafi/Osama Bin Laden's final hideout |
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Dan and mate |
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total eclipse of the mong |
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Donkees |
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furry teapot |
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club bike |
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ecstasy |
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horse |
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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness... |
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this guy again |
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you fuck around, you lay around |
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day/glass break |
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the river |
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modern vista |
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the beginning of the end down Gurnside? |
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we shall overcome |
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plug |

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Owen Byrne, urban extremist |
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pot'o'goad |
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trinkets |
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plotting our escape |
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luminous bodies |
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lost highway |
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wearable, weatherproof, high fashion |
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orbs |
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the last dude to come traipsin' round these parts |
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gimme shelter |
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4am slug |
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on the brink of boiled morning... |
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Miles Bacon waits. |

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variations on a theme... |
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sky studies, volumes 1 through 4. |
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more cutting edge head ware from Saint Mark. |
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brokefoot mountain |
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and the night comes on... |
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invocating |
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on the brink of boiled brain curd. Drug lapse. |
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survival/boiled morning |
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the serpent ever eating it's own tail |
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Doyley's Comet |
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life. |
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