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I keep the 59fifty with me, crown fit with the flipped brim. Grin situated like a grizzly's. I'll put a ***** down quickly. Clip him in the kidney like a fifth then watch his miss switch teams. Appease her til her knees hurt. Sign a jersey, ergo the curb. My door reads do not disturb. Delete me if you feel the urge. Make no mistake, I will not search. This is scorched-earth antics at its worst, no stone will be left unturned. Smarter than your average oaf, my art works like an Ork on coke. Just because you lack a clue doesn't mean the world must follow suit. There's a thumb in your mouth, and you wonder why the words won't come out.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
Brute Force
I keep the 59fifty with me, crown fit with the flipped brim. Grin situated like a grizzly's. I'll put a ***** down quickly. Clip him in the kidney like a fifth then watch his miss switch teams. Appease her til her knees hurt. Sign a jersey, ergo the curb. My door reads do not disturb. Delete me if you feel the urge. Make no mistake, I will not search. This is scorched-earth antics at its worst, no stone will be left unturned. Smarter than your average oaf, my art works like an Ork on coke. Just because you lack a clue doesn't mean the world must follow suit. There's a thumb in your mouth, and you wonder why the words won't come out.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
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