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I took everything all of it. Ischemic tangeniency had offered me the souls of my Christians? I deferred to poetry and rhapsody. Like a Vampire Weekend concert. Oh, without magic wands, or tutilage of mystery. I took everything. It feels like an ancient rain. Like an old president as our king. He and she had to tell a few lies before death and then took the truth to sleep.  She of course was a Bonaparte, and he of course was from Oxford. He wrote Frankenstein because of their affair, she wrote the crowned prince a diamond of Hope. And his family lied in the mote.   From the Battle in Boston, to the French and American and The Seminole War.  How would I ever know that crossing the Patomic ment King George the Third lying on my floor. To this day, I swear The First President of the United States is the King of England.   How dare you? Know the truth.   He wrote the whole book and that we had taken everything they want as an Oath.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
Everything They Want
I took everything all of it. Ischemic tangeniency had offered me the souls of my Christians? I deferred to poetry and rhapsody. Like a Vampire Weekend concert. Oh, without magic wands, or tutilage of mystery. I took everything. It feels like an ancient rain. Like an old president as our king. He and she had to tell a few lies before death and then took the truth to sleep.  She of course was a Bonaparte, and he of course was from Oxford. He wrote Frankenstein because of their affair, she wrote the crowned prince a diamond of Hope. And his family lied in the mote.   From the Battle in Boston, to the French and American and The Seminole War.  How would I ever know that crossing the Patomic ment King George the Third lying on my floor. To this day, I swear The First President of the United States is the King of England.   How dare you? Know the truth.   He wrote the whole book and that we had taken everything they want as an Oath.
Matthew1977
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
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