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Father time abuses his starry-eyed children until lips split, bruises leave teachers feeling uncomfortable and unnecessarily involved. Drink up the rocket fuel, burning makes aches evaporate like **** on pavement, amending memories until they are only fuzzy recordings of grinning cartoon cats. Smiles are happy, so true, but mirrors do not act on impulse so yours must require some more work, mine was slashed on eons ago, back when the dinosaurs were glorious and people walked on all fours. Grindgrindgrind gnashing teeth and splintering calcium, he took note of the emotion, accepted and moved along, unharmed by reality too ignorant to accept absurdity. A smart lad, curious he built me a tug boat to tug along the rivers of consciousness though I'd rather the alternative of sweet sweet bliss and a fistful of throats.
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
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Father time abuses his starry-eyed children until lips split, bruises leave teachers feeling uncomfortable and unnecessarily involved. Drink up the rocket fuel, burning makes aches evaporate like **** on pavement, amending memories until they are only fuzzy recordings of grinning cartoon cats. Smiles are happy, so true, but mirrors do not act on impulse so yours must require some more work, mine was slashed on eons ago, back when the dinosaurs were glorious and people walked on all fours. Grindgrindgrind gnashing teeth and splintering calcium, he took note of the emotion, accepted and moved along, unharmed by reality too ignorant to accept absurdity. A smart lad, curious he built me a tug boat to tug along the rivers of consciousness though I'd rather the alternative of sweet sweet bliss and a fistful of throats.
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
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