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When you flick the lever does it strain you? Does it stave you? So agonizingly close to the truth? Cynical is the nature. Mame to **** fool not fill, mind over will. To quarter intrinsically, Stutter intellectually, Engrosse enternally. Oh untimely vapire! Vibrent like the moon how you steal from the heavens, iluminating the path of shadows! You! Sending mankind to the gallows! Oh promises you gave were shallow! Every like every follow, will this only end in sorrow?
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Skinner's Box
When you flick the lever does it strain you? Does it stave you? So agonizingly close to the truth? Cynical is the nature. Mame to **** fool not fill, mind over will. To quarter intrinsically, Stutter intellectually, Engrosse enternally. Oh untimely vapire! Vibrent like the moon how you steal from the heavens, iluminating the path of shadows! You! Sending mankind to the gallows! Oh promises you gave were shallow! Every like every follow, will this only end in sorrow?
DylanWhisman
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
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