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naked, sprawled across my bed, flaccid ***** out of view, obscured by flaccid technology, this impotent old thing, 4 years old and working perfectly fine for me; lighting strikes. there is magic, isn't there, in the way she says your name not unkindly when she is with her friends and without pre-alcohol inhibition; lightning strikes. I've been here for hours, I fly out to FRANKFURT in the morning, routing through CHARLOTTE, NC, cool, isn't it? how we conquered the world with a pair of wings and some landing gear; lightning strikes.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
11:50 PM CST
naked, sprawled across my bed, flaccid ***** out of view, obscured by flaccid technology, this impotent old thing, 4 years old and working perfectly fine for me; lighting strikes. there is magic, isn't there, in the way she says your name not unkindly when she is with her friends and without pre-alcohol inhibition; lightning strikes. I've been here for hours, I fly out to FRANKFURT in the morning, routing through CHARLOTTE, NC, cool, isn't it? how we conquered the world with a pair of wings and some landing gear; lightning strikes.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
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