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these werds may up and crawl out of me and rearrange themselves to a pile of bones.. these bones may may talk their way into being an arsenal of teeth through a mouthful of guns. with one perpetual werd on their tongue: WAR
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
emancipation of the human from its mind
these werds may up and crawl out of me and rearrange themselves to a pile of bones.. these bones may may talk their way into being an arsenal of teeth through a mouthful of guns. with one perpetual werd on their tongue: WAR
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Bhutanese
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
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