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As hungry as I am, I eat not. For the conspiracy theory within each bite might shorten your life. The pinball game slayed me, the pin flippers. Jubilant auto-spree, tickle my Afghanistan sweater, I'm hiding in your auto sphere. Whole and real.
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
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As hungry as I am, I eat not. For the conspiracy theory within each bite might shorten your life. The pinball game slayed me, the pin flippers. Jubilant auto-spree, tickle my Afghanistan sweater, I'm hiding in your auto sphere. Whole and real.
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
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