Will For Food Split Infinitives​/​Sitting Spitting Infinitely

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Right away. Anything i say i've got to say today, but i'm afraid of confrontation. I'm wide awake. Any steps i take i've got to take away, because i'm afraid i've got no place to go.

Another day, another time and place i can't quite calculate. I kind of hate that i can't get there. I can't wait. Call it fate, but i broke my only other way of taking it too slow.

All we are is what we ever thought aloud. we almost never wrote it down and read it over. Panicking, we can't remember what it was or why we ever thought that we'd be so much better off without the dates and records... now we're lost with no place left to go.

Right away. Anything i say i've got to say today, but i'm afraid of conversations.

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from Nomenclature Fever, released June 12, 2012

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