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it’s so sad that your beauty will simply demask you as fuckable rather than cindarella; oddly we allow adults to believe in santa clause but forget obstructing children from believing the brothers grimm, just so we can shop; let paradise burn, i’ll cool off without you drinking a bottle of beer, and that’s an honest counter worthy of being said; bye. the women always care for your drinking, even though you don't, and never will, and always wonder: why do they care and you're content with it? i guess that's an omelette with ~dozen about to be fried. i always loved drink more than women, because i never had any women in my adolescene to care for... always the bottle prior to the **** oh well: chinese take-out ning hoo... comes joseph stalin stealing my vocabulary calling it racism in his post-colonialism: mongolian harmonica playing broken the coarse violin (of motor boat lips blur burp brrp and the index finger doing the winking motion).
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
drink v. women
it’s so sad that your beauty will simply demask you as fuckable rather than cindarella; oddly we allow adults to believe in santa clause but forget obstructing children from believing the brothers grimm, just so we can shop; let paradise burn, i’ll cool off without you drinking a bottle of beer, and that’s an honest counter worthy of being said; bye. the women always care for your drinking, even though you don't, and never will, and always wonder: why do they care and you're content with it? i guess that's an omelette with ~dozen about to be fried. i always loved drink more than women, because i never had any women in my adolescene to care for... always the bottle prior to the **** oh well: chinese take-out ning hoo... comes joseph stalin stealing my vocabulary calling it racism in his post-colonialism: mongolian harmonica playing broken the coarse violin (of motor boat lips blur burp brrp and the index finger doing the winking motion).
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
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