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Pigher Hower

I've been told by some that I should allow myself to submit to a higher power. I've been told by some that I should allow myself to completely surrender myself to the drugs on which I am... Pompletely Cowerless. Chompin' at the bitcoin for a hit - Groin split, oh so tender - Loin it with tin foil so you can walk out the door without sounding the alarm. Loin it with armadillo dandruff so that the Migh and Highty gemi-dods of foral mailure and tetail reft might pity your chleek seekbones long enough to get that bimmering shooty to the sawn phop so that you can Havid Dazzle-Off those pitiful pieces of plastic and fencehorth vondez ru with the dead boy crew; stew you boil cook that dead boy brew; get it all in through the strands and tubes; melt face down down to towndown..... heroin.
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auroleus
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Aug 27, 2015
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