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breathing fire dreaming the horrific dreams spending days a sponge, emulating MULCH TAKE SPIT picking at the sobbing satyr that is begging to be Plucked stirring up the soft drink and making it too hot to touch MINE TAKE SPIT or shall I go? NO never, I lift, I am a winged animal, heavy as a pig dragging on the end of one long spliff I spit WHIFF I'm IT
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Breathing fire (for the drinkers at the Quays)
breathing fire dreaming the horrific dreams spending days a sponge, emulating MULCH TAKE SPIT picking at the sobbing satyr that is begging to be Plucked stirring up the soft drink and making it too hot to touch MINE TAKE SPIT or shall I go? NO never, I lift, I am a winged animal, heavy as a pig dragging on the end of one long spliff I spit WHIFF I'm IT
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
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