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You can't give me one. I was watching my toes for eight hours. What do you want to do? A tooth falls. Once the brain cells are dead, they can't recover. That's false information. I can't find the pulse. You seem to be intelligent. I don't.  In other words, there is no treatment.
Is a kind of shit. I have a pain in my lower back. This is a faked lunch.
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Lumen K
5/21/2018 16:57:57
Wonderful poem!
Seiei Jack
5/22/2018 00:15:06
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EC draws inspiration from the Cassette Culture Revolution of the 1980s, 90s and beyond; Mail Art, Small Press and Zines, Dada, Fluxus, Punk Rock, Hacking, Circuit Bending, Anarchy, and Noise.
EC values inclusion, democracy, experimentation, independence and freedom of thought and expression, open-minded exchange, and Community.