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you only partake in the centenary once, better make the most of it! it’s only a grandmother’s worth of care, queen celebratory and a cup-cake! the philosophical basis is, ideally, and classically a height or width outside of space and time... but as jesus said, and this is seriously being revised and rekindled, given unto space and time a sexuality - this primitive stance was about standing outside sexuality, pairing or patent, there can never be a monotheism, a duo-theism i agree too... a woman's god will never appeal to man... a man's god will never appeal to woman... then, what, the, **** is, going, on?! oh right... i can rub one rock of flit against another to make a fire... now some wise-guy created money so that i can write at leisure and write what i've written now with ease and a lack of morals (someone is bound to hammer in a nail)... both mortals and immortals were brought down onto insanity's levelling as altogether curious without a democratic response adequate for this zoo... i know my futility, like an aerobic agility on the matter - framework: gymnastics; whatever literary escapade... i still only eat, **** repeat; we really did **** someone off prior to this to have to endure this.
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
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you only partake in the centenary once, better make the most of it! it’s only a grandmother’s worth of care, queen celebratory and a cup-cake! the philosophical basis is, ideally, and classically a height or width outside of space and time... but as jesus said, and this is seriously being revised and rekindled, given unto space and time a sexuality - this primitive stance was about standing outside sexuality, pairing or patent, there can never be a monotheism, a duo-theism i agree too... a woman's god will never appeal to man... a man's god will never appeal to woman... then, what, the, **** is, going, on?! oh right... i can rub one rock of flit against another to make a fire... now some wise-guy created money so that i can write at leisure and write what i've written now with ease and a lack of morals (someone is bound to hammer in a nail)... both mortals and immortals were brought down onto insanity's levelling as altogether curious without a democratic response adequate for this zoo... i know my futility, like an aerobic agility on the matter - framework: gymnastics; whatever literary escapade... i still only eat, **** repeat; we really did **** someone off prior to this to have to endure this.
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May 1, 2016
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