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the-stank-man
i have explosive ebola and i may or may not bring the stank
strapped by a seat belt . the road is hot lava . the car is a boat . the snow covered lawn is frozen .
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
metaphores
cold metal blue ,silver and white sour citrus funkynes smells like stank trees of ebola town burp guzzle guzzle wallow
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
food poem (boring)