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last night when i was sitting in the street crying i saw a posssum on the telephone lines and for a moment i wished i was that possum.

how simple life would be... i could spend all day sleeping and eating mangoes, mulberries and nectar, maybe the occassional bug...

i could randomly fuck other possums whenever i wanted, have street fights with stray cats and laugh my guts up keeping people awake by running around in their roof.

not a care in the world.

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