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Thursday, April 14, 2011
The thing I don't understand
is why so often one hears discussion of the fruits of human labor as if it's all the creation of some alien race
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M. Sáflo
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Maybe it is, though. You know? You ever just think about that shit?
April 16, 2011 at 10:37 PM
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Maybe it is, though. You know? You ever just think about that shit?
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