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The great gaudy flage is screamin' blood in the streets                                           loose yawn of a gob on him                                               all bombast n' swagger he makes a barrage of nuisance      channels through the public          and scatters a juggler's performance spot                   lobs away his change hat then, roughly over the cobbles                                           he hoicks a resuscitation doll          and stamps down a posing boot                                                  on the 'defeated form' an unprepared scoop of tourists a pause for silence and begins a rant a great performance of well harassed combustion : "i smear to god all the phalluses [he roars, all saliva] i smug to god              a full jug of uglies tug on [makes the hand gesture for male ************ i **** off the forger would slug it in the mug                           if it ever did form a tissue oath took a plug at some drunk straggler called the baffled *** 'god-father'             and spate spume on his fallen anatomy [with one hand he indicates the mannequin at his heel]        amen ************ !" he bows a long quiet some people clap awkwardly two police officers appear and hook him by the elbows (it has been this show before)
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Mar 11, 2022
Mar 11, 2022 at 11:38 AM UTC
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The great gaudy flage is screamin' blood in the streets                                           loose yawn of a gob on him                                               all bombast n' swagger he makes a barrage of nuisance      channels through the public          and scatters a juggler's performance spot                   lobs away his change hat then, roughly over the cobbles                                           he hoicks a resuscitation doll          and stamps down a posing boot                                                  on the 'defeated form' an unprepared scoop of tourists a pause for silence and begins a rant a great performance of well harassed combustion : "i smear to god all the phalluses [he roars, all saliva] i smug to god              a full jug of uglies tug on [makes the hand gesture for male ************ i **** off the forger would slug it in the mug                           if it ever did form a tissue oath took a plug at some drunk straggler called the baffled *** 'god-father'             and spate spume on his fallen anatomy [with one hand he indicates the mannequin at his heel]        amen ************ !" he bows a long quiet some people clap awkwardly two police officers appear and hook him by the elbows (it has been this show before)
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Mar 11, 2022
Mar 11, 2022 at 11:38 AM UTC
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