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They come to me in an unusual way. Usually when least unexpected and I'm cruising around on my bike asking myself questions of why things are the way they are. They creep into my membrane and plant themselves, but can rot and leave just as quickly if I don't act fast. They come through conversations on AIM if you could believe it. The one's I hate the most are the one's I get in class, because they always do rot and are blown away by the coming wind of knowledge. But the ones that stay and bloom are the ones you know will end up in the stereo. Lyrics...
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