8,000 sun-bleached photographs faded with the roses
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I know we're going to make something of this great longing called life...
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At the beep, please leave your name, number, and a brief justification for the ontological necessity of modern man's existential dilemma, and we'll get back to you
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I was really going to be somebody by the time I was 23.
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You know?, I think Shaun Ryder is on a par with W.B. Yeats as a poet.
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I'm a genius, you're all fucking wankers. You'll never see me again. You don't deserve to see me again.
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Well, this is goodbye. I mean, we obviously have nothing in common.
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