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High upon the tower of your ego-mania bliss i am setting bombs and launching rockets at you: CHRIS. Christopher McDaniel of Oildale: **** You in the face! I cannot believe you disgraced the sacred of my world for your fake needy weakness like this, and now I do hate! Now I do hate! Apprehend yourself for the impact, I promise you will not enjoy the ride. For all the lies and falsity, Whatever did you say to make this arise? I care not, luxerious one. Like fly paper so full at Jack's. I shall go beachward - alone - since you mean nothing to me, as I do you. As I do to you: mean nothing. You are really something else. False pretender of things lovely, demon of boring apathetic hell. You smell, too so brush the teeth, fool.
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Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 12:14 AM UTC
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High upon the tower of your ego-mania bliss i am setting bombs and launching rockets at you: CHRIS. Christopher McDaniel of Oildale: **** You in the face! I cannot believe you disgraced the sacred of my world for your fake needy weakness like this, and now I do hate! Now I do hate! Apprehend yourself for the impact, I promise you will not enjoy the ride. For all the lies and falsity, Whatever did you say to make this arise? I care not, luxerious one. Like fly paper so full at Jack's. I shall go beachward - alone - since you mean nothing to me, as I do you. As I do to you: mean nothing. You are really something else. False pretender of things lovely, demon of boring apathetic hell. You smell, too so brush the teeth, fool.
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Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 12:14 AM UTC
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