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genuine anger, that implodes? kinda makes         you sleepy. been listening to too much      lindsay ellis: drinking... in vino veritas verbatim...      ghost writers?! you have to be kidding me...       kovalski! - yes sir! inquire about the *bookovski           method*! - the hyphen is counter to the concept of a prose narrative in paragraph form, translated into poetry: fwee! fwee!      jittering away, like a sparrow might! **** me, does anger make you sleepy... if anger implodes...      that's like...    the...                  ultimate          sleeping pill; it's a friday? some *****      taking place in central london? thank god i'm not thinking about picking up and marrying the scrap-heap of counter incels. all i seriously wanted was to become a bus driver, the route 5...                        **** anger is so exhausting when it implodes and does, but "doesn't" have an outlet...                you don't teach kids martial arts by kicking one of them in the *****         and watch them curl up like an oyster exposed to electricity asking, or rather, demanding: is there a kojak, a liver, a brain, and an altogether in there?!    like an echo into a cave... imploding anger:   makes you sleepy...      like the adversary of adrenaline... or the emperor's throne room scene music... oh look...                            yet another yawn attempting to lodge itself into the gob of a chimpanzee - caught on camera, "supposedly" laughing; then again... it would refer to the: bankrupt broadcasting corporation, given: sheeee shaville; well... a sort of... oops?! don't worry, you have ******** it's like the new niqab... seems a bit... pointless to ********** if you've been circumcised.
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
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genuine anger, that implodes? kinda makes         you sleepy. been listening to too much      lindsay ellis: drinking... in vino veritas verbatim...      ghost writers?! you have to be kidding me...       kovalski! - yes sir! inquire about the *bookovski           method*! - the hyphen is counter to the concept of a prose narrative in paragraph form, translated into poetry: fwee! fwee!      jittering away, like a sparrow might! **** me, does anger make you sleepy... if anger implodes...      that's like...    the...                  ultimate          sleeping pill; it's a friday? some *****      taking place in central london? thank god i'm not thinking about picking up and marrying the scrap-heap of counter incels. all i seriously wanted was to become a bus driver, the route 5...                        **** anger is so exhausting when it implodes and does, but "doesn't" have an outlet...                you don't teach kids martial arts by kicking one of them in the *****         and watch them curl up like an oyster exposed to electricity asking, or rather, demanding: is there a kojak, a liver, a brain, and an altogether in there?!    like an echo into a cave... imploding anger:   makes you sleepy...      like the adversary of adrenaline... or the emperor's throne room scene music... oh look...                            yet another yawn attempting to lodge itself into the gob of a chimpanzee - caught on camera, "supposedly" laughing; then again... it would refer to the: bankrupt broadcasting corporation, given: sheeee shaville; well... a sort of... oops?! don't worry, you have ******** it's like the new niqab... seems a bit... pointless to ********** if you've been circumcised.
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
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