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julian-fontaine-fox
i CUT THE VEINS ON TREES STRAP THEM TO MY BACK AND DANCE i DANCE WITH MAGIC MIST DISTINGUISHED REPUTATION STRUGGLE TO SEE BEHIND HIDDEN GLASS WALLS THEY SO THICK AND UNKIND
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
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blekk, this ******* ragoon man crab paste yuck my stomach is festering in wounds of American Chinese they put poison in my foods and I indulge and this is the result final laid down rest it feels as if blekkk the white rice is nice and the lo mein, don't even get me started                                                i Love it noodles and rice covered in grease                                                                                                   spied on from a box of spare ribs they saturate in Sat Fat, check the label                781 SAT FATS PER SERVING   Looper was good, and I was stuffed through all of it grease traps, formed from my age of 5, filled to their brim this evening starting a day with number 10 from Macdoe's: poor choice smoke some grass and write a bit that settles the swoosh of pirates fighting in my intestines i give bloating a 75% definitive yes                               25% maybe                      reality is           I poisoned myself don't do take out don't eat what is not from its own country                                and made the same way you know those ************* who make it are not eating the same **** thing point is, I feel like Wesley Snipes and Sylvester Stallone are DEMOLISHing within.
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Crab Ragoon
blekk, this ******* ragoon man crab paste yuck my stomach is festering in wounds of American Chinese they put poison in my foods and I indulge and this is the result final laid down rest it feels as if blekkk the white rice is nice and the lo mein, don't even get me started                                                i Love it noodles and rice covered in grease                                                                                                   spied on from a box of spare ribs they saturate in Sat Fat, check the label                781 SAT FATS PER SERVING   Looper was good, and I was stuffed through all of it grease traps, formed from my age of 5, filled to their brim this evening starting a day with number 10 from Macdoe's: poor choice smoke some grass and write a bit that settles the swoosh of pirates fighting in my intestines i give bloating a 75% definitive yes                               25% maybe                      reality is           I poisoned myself don't do take out don't eat what is not from its own country                                and made the same way you know those ************* who make it are not eating the same **** thing point is, I feel like Wesley Snipes and Sylvester Stallone are DEMOLISHing within.
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I am asked to write to bare my soul pieces inside me rumble to spread my mind onto dark portions night becomes solace to woken space belonging to addled *** *** sportscenter   cramping my hands on a controller finding reasons for sparing time the question I write to spell out inspiration spend time seeing if I have it within, still i do total capability frustration builds unable to escape dreary town until it is time time to emerge granted wings drag them out and swing them out i WRITE to free reason from its cage and get ***** with insight placing real frustration of boredom to print and send alight blazing inside deep as caves go to Mexican Wells deep into mothers ***** I write expressed in variation and value inside which, unseen turns rusted orange flaking off until pages are written i write because I am asked to I am given an option to and I write to make boredom into a tool of my own design
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
A reason to write
as hair rips from the skull there bleeds out freeman danger to the psyche ripping on internal dream waves we smoke to drink live to dream stink on drama break cycles of suicidal lusting replace had nosed science with moral justice fade into the night young wanderer and save those who use to breathe like torpedos as a savior of respect a faithful love to night dawn perfection a man makes demands of the audience he serves to benefit as creator inside life
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
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