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I have to shake these hatch backed hallucinations. I have to misplace these Indiana blues & jig saw walks. Twisted teeth and sun flower seeds yield a paradox with dryer socks. The girl has Jones pop spilling through her viens that pumps that heart shaped mass of gristly whistles and red bean paste. Liquid fingers frolic with follicles in the broccoli brothel, brother. Tongue twisters with the mistress' mattress cause' I spilt my anchovies salts.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Salzaris
I have to shake these hatch backed hallucinations. I have to misplace these Indiana blues & jig saw walks. Twisted teeth and sun flower seeds yield a paradox with dryer socks. The girl has Jones pop spilling through her viens that pumps that heart shaped mass of gristly whistles and red bean paste. Liquid fingers frolic with follicles in the broccoli brothel, brother. Tongue twisters with the mistress' mattress cause' I spilt my anchovies salts.
Jungle right now
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
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