Five
A new understanding of himself
The pig became the symbol of something repulsive
If this is not a pipe, what is it
You want people to do what you want
The beginning was the image
You can't see it...it isn't there
We still don't think
No one knows you. No one
Now is the time to move forward
Correcting an improper bite
Softbox
I embellish upon what I already have
Burn the machines for peace of mind
The property you seek will never fall into the abyss
So soft they'll be asking to go to bed
Lambs wish they had a coat like this

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