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quench, drench, the whole ******* wooden bench- French Fried tongue, must clogged lung, of the wine soaked skin draped across a sweat shinned tanned muscular back awwwww mmmmmm.... the sheer power crushes my civilized brain into a thick primal lump. of coal. consisting of countless animals and plants under pressure for millions of years- now able to COMBUST like me, burning continuously for hours. Days. Years. Ages. Unaltered.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Quench
quench, drench, the whole ******* wooden bench- French Fried tongue, must clogged lung, of the wine soaked skin draped across a sweat shinned tanned muscular back awwwww mmmmmm.... the sheer power crushes my civilized brain into a thick primal lump. of coal. consisting of countless animals and plants under pressure for millions of years- now able to COMBUST like me, burning continuously for hours. Days. Years. Ages. Unaltered.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
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