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Cordial to know, a nightly visitor Ache and deem, the embarrassed photo Of all and more, these to collect, and a shoe for a query Silence has a beauty in mind, to merit is a crow? Spare me the sexier shame Since a wheel is to be married The soul of roses and cares, seem is one to name In the limelight before the shadows, a soul is carried By a flower on the wind... Sour and now named, a present to God Wash me in the sin's of courtesy, that has a religion In its mouth, until a proud swallow is for odd? Pining for a pet, the total of our pity In the blessing of a stare, to create a new share in youth's shadow Will my kiss with the road, eat an itch or a regal liberty? Shape the future or mesmerize a sense of reality, this thorn is a world's woe... The ghost of an automobile? Paradise on the dash, or a risen fate of singing and dancing Lips of worth and the stir of patience, is but a reason to spy? Since we are here to save the music, from a dead man and baby winking... Here is a better blow, then a seeking now Live or begin in the sore, a sordid share of indecency Space to share, and a hair that will never be cut again, is how The spoken word in the past and witnessing a scare that is lead...
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 9:30 PM UTC
Can A Frankfurter Resurrect The Dead, With An Aluminum Can?
Cordial to know, a nightly visitor Ache and deem, the embarrassed photo Of all and more, these to collect, and a shoe for a query Silence has a beauty in mind, to merit is a crow? Spare me the sexier shame Since a wheel is to be married The soul of roses and cares, seem is one to name In the limelight before the shadows, a soul is carried By a flower on the wind... Sour and now named, a present to God Wash me in the sin's of courtesy, that has a religion In its mouth, until a proud swallow is for odd? Pining for a pet, the total of our pity In the blessing of a stare, to create a new share in youth's shadow Will my kiss with the road, eat an itch or a regal liberty? Shape the future or mesmerize a sense of reality, this thorn is a world's woe... The ghost of an automobile? Paradise on the dash, or a risen fate of singing and dancing Lips of worth and the stir of patience, is but a reason to spy? Since we are here to save the music, from a dead man and baby winking... Here is a better blow, then a seeking now Live or begin in the sore, a sordid share of indecency Space to share, and a hair that will never be cut again, is how The spoken word in the past and witnessing a scare that is lead...
the stupidist thing I've ever said, is still a monkey on the dog's *** (do rockets smell better in the reign or in the family photo of a clay pigeon)
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 9:30 PM UTC
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