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| tubin' |
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| 1am holy mushroom visions of nowt. Call a shrine a shrine. |
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| edge of the world |
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| poorpoise |
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| free willy |
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| solitary homeopathic chimblestack |
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| Welsh Sisyphus |
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| view! |
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| I loved that tiny horse... |
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| the (other) edge of the world |
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| some questions are better left unasked |
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| sea-pig |
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| chasing Lionel through Stoke... |
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| the wilderness, calling it's children back again... |
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| if you play your cards right. |
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| if you play your cards right. |
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| eighty-eight shades of grey |
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| I went down the Stoke canal for the line-dancing... |
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| ...but I stayed for the firearms. |
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| Ole Blu (St. Pete's the best) Six Town Chopper Show |
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| (mine's a dustman) |
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| Jon built a long'un |
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| lyfe imitating art |
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| "what you rebelling against, kid?" |
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| rural laundry/ceremonial sock cremation |
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| best kinda breaky... |
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| hieroglyphics |
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| burst and bloom. |
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