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July 21, 2009

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well, i think it's good to remember burn'd erasers, that particular smell, like pork rinds & dr. pepper, who could forget? the unbearable, um,...of being. 'ello crag, nice the poem is, something i wish i could muster, so i'm somewhat jealous of yr concise construction, the very edge, these words are like a scalpel memory is only momentary, anyways, Orpheus-Earth collision, mean moons big w/ 23°, if we wudn't wordin', what wuld we been done? my earliest memory: 4 or 5, argument, Dad w/ Mom, me w/ Dad on N. Druid Hills Rd., '57 Chevy pickup, heavy Ga, Power thick gauge steel version, bullet dash in metal, i can't see over the dash, look over, speedometer, thick crack'd glass, glue bubbles, pegg'd at 100 MPH, straight to hell, as always.
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Go to a surgeon and ask him to cut with a laser device the parts that connect the brains areas in charge of retrieving memories, such as the hippocampal one. Then voila nothing else to remember

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