Finished Folds (1—7)
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6started "air"playing it and someone shouted "YOU JUDAS! This is an Air-folk contest, no Air-Rock!". But then the "air" drummer threw an air-stick at him but missed and hit instead
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3who were lying in top of each other. Nothing funny about it but he laughed an laughed. I was so iiritated but the guy that I punched him, chopped him and fed him to the llamas. The
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5but he said something like "Hör auf du HUND!", und he said it so laoud that everyone stopped. Everyone. The buses, the milkmen, the clocks. Everyone was sacerd. An the a loud
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28-Bit, syncopated, out of focus and centered at the same time. It was funny to be there, to ffel this, to be penetrating into you in ways I never thought of. But something
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7Carlos woke up, had breakfast, went to work, ate and came back home. Everyday. But that morning, when he opened the door, there was no street outside, just a neverending sea. So he
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3leg and nothing made sense anymore. What was it? What... Have I benn drinking? Taking drugs? Or ist it just God playing games on me? Anyway I decided to cut the sky in two and
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1he couldn't remember where he was anymore. He looked at the clock and didn't know if it was day or night or which day of the week. He was hungry, so he decided to grab a bite and