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Keep your voice at the level of Monastary; volume of Clouds. Let sleeping men lie. When my knuckles turn White around the wheel, For God's sake shhh; I have   A fuse of gasoline, diesel In my gut and veinfulls of Nitro. The first thing the explosion Kills, is the bomb. You don't need gloves To handle me; it's me Your touch Hurts. It's my turn this morning. I'm a porcupine with its Fur on inside Out.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Bad Mood Morning
Keep your voice at the level of Monastary; volume of Clouds. Let sleeping men lie. When my knuckles turn White around the wheel, For God's sake shhh; I have   A fuse of gasoline, diesel In my gut and veinfulls of Nitro. The first thing the explosion Kills, is the bomb. You don't need gloves To handle me; it's me Your touch Hurts. It's my turn this morning. I'm a porcupine with its Fur on inside Out.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
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