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stolen verses blanket the floor space encircled by the inspiration of others tastelessly faceless pests controls fail as the numbers overwhelm everyone thinks there are special and the selfies are there to prove it zit faced miscreants misrepresent mankind in asexual fodder and anthropomorphic suburban camo turban wearing wash-outs hold court over newbies attempting to sew again hippy seeds their stench, deafening – sandaled dirt clods scamper seeking selfishly surrogates someone to birth their ideas raise and tend the dreams fund the movement all the while recognizing the futility feverishly fapping the frail phallus frequently finding foolish ********* flipped in their folly – ********* the finale freakish frogs filibuster night creeps in as the soft sound of mating toads fill the air stars dot the moonless night complete in its absence of clouds only the wash of the milky way holds hearts – pandering to the philanthropist looking longingly in giving eyes for a scrap of dignity and bread –
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
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stolen verses blanket the floor space encircled by the inspiration of others tastelessly faceless pests controls fail as the numbers overwhelm everyone thinks there are special and the selfies are there to prove it zit faced miscreants misrepresent mankind in asexual fodder and anthropomorphic suburban camo turban wearing wash-outs hold court over newbies attempting to sew again hippy seeds their stench, deafening – sandaled dirt clods scamper seeking selfishly surrogates someone to birth their ideas raise and tend the dreams fund the movement all the while recognizing the futility feverishly fapping the frail phallus frequently finding foolish ********* flipped in their folly – ********* the finale freakish frogs filibuster night creeps in as the soft sound of mating toads fill the air stars dot the moonless night complete in its absence of clouds only the wash of the milky way holds hearts – pandering to the philanthropist looking longingly in giving eyes for a scrap of dignity and bread –
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
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