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The surface of charcoaled moons street dogs drugged in daily stews lays down for a carving intoxication Bones lift in a wind & haphazardly press play...so I can slow it down try & understand softening of clay... Stodgily in the dirt and Cravens of such pretentious-ness of pretending of self worth of such clapping praise, the parasites lap up the demonized, joint edges of a bathroom mirror a record presciently will stop playing It herds until the final of warnings, Almost discretely with the attempts, Can't breathe like you are breathing.... I'm in need of more than bleeding, I need so much back-yard weeding, I can only survive my mentality if one day I can be forgiven unlike a witch of heathen past the ocean poisoning of the vile repressed toxicity. Yes, I do confess my sins, Sails past a boat to Bethlehem.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC
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The surface of charcoaled moons street dogs drugged in daily stews lays down for a carving intoxication Bones lift in a wind & haphazardly press play...so I can slow it down try & understand softening of clay... Stodgily in the dirt and Cravens of such pretentious-ness of pretending of self worth of such clapping praise, the parasites lap up the demonized, joint edges of a bathroom mirror a record presciently will stop playing It herds until the final of warnings, Almost discretely with the attempts, Can't breathe like you are breathing.... I'm in need of more than bleeding, I need so much back-yard weeding, I can only survive my mentality if one day I can be forgiven unlike a witch of heathen past the ocean poisoning of the vile repressed toxicity. Yes, I do confess my sins, Sails past a boat to Bethlehem.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC
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