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some normal thoughts as pedestrians walk down the street
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| i wonder why the background is in color and im sketchy pencil black and white... | |
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| i wonder why hes all white and shit... | |
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Perceptive people dreaming, i think...
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| i wonder why im facing this way, oh and i wonder why im looking up, oh and i wonder why i seem to be floating by buildings, oh... | |
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| i wonder why im a giant man, this is like hella-cool yo, maybe im in like a dream land seattle or something, hey little chica, nice ass... | |
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My mom and Sisters... oh no wait, wrong narration...
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| i wonder why the creator of this comin picked everything at random to make this stupid fuckin thing... | |
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| interesting, i wonder why the author uses "..." at the end of a thought or dialog, maybe... | |
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