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| like rain on the face of one that cries |
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| new gods, old gods, and frail philosophies |
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| angelic martyr for the biomechanical masses |
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| a modern day love affair |
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| desert flower runaway |
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| the continual rebuild of dysfunctional forgiveness |
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| signs of abuse from an inferior generation |
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| a modern day sagitarian |
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| a modern day awakening |
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| a modern day metamorphosis |
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| how quickly we forget the puppets that started it all |
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| the new american family and the perfect purchase |
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| the new racism: failed genetics and out-dated technologies |
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| machinery. freedom, and visual literature |
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| expansion of the new vision body |
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| perfection in the house of reptiles and machines |
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| the show must go on |
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| self help in this new age |
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| madame triolle and the sphynxiequad-new pioneers |
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| i know september, and she can feel |
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| thoughts on flesh machines and a naked sleeve |
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| in contemplation of a life eternal |
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| a self constructed fool for the machinery |
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| a substantial unit for a domestically correctable society |
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| a modern day failure - man made machines made |
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| the dehumanization of a faith base |
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| discarded pleasure model number 99 |
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| the realization of life within the storehouse of a mannequin factory |
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| red curtains, white lace, and bound ambivalence |
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| loving the machinery within the consummation of great sacrifice |
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| blue sunday in her dark sanitarium |
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| as those inner thoughts resurface |
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| when your face becomes my dream |
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| the wait |
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| a hitchcock machine drama and th return to non-artificial love |
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| machines and their makers in the room of the 5th symphony |
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| "who's next??" - my spaghetti western gone wrong |
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| our upgrades to the live-in maid |
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| building a better war machine |
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| various generations to create the perfect memory |
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| as we grew further from the truth |
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