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Sing to me, O dark vault of night. The divine muse is upon me; Up on my shoulders. She doesn’t appear to have anything instructive to say apart from “And how the ruddy, blasted, Viking-snogging, ****** ****** mother-defecating hell did I get up here!?” Inspiring words indeed.
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Apr 9, 2010
Apr 9, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
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Sing to me, O dark vault of night. The divine muse is upon me; Up on my shoulders. She doesn’t appear to have anything instructive to say apart from “And how the ruddy, blasted, Viking-snogging, ****** ****** mother-defecating hell did I get up here!?” Inspiring words indeed.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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Apr 9, 2010
Apr 9, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
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