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mess around deep funk happens, anonymously, just about evenly. you've got to know by now some experiments turn out to prove that the theories were wrong. You could fly like a dove, or land splat, barren of love, uncharacteristic of energies shove.. running with abandon all people taste like chicken, carbon statistic- that mansions are often built with bones- and when I lose my sanity, I know, at least I will have seen.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
funk deep
mess around deep funk happens, anonymously, just about evenly. you've got to know by now some experiments turn out to prove that the theories were wrong. You could fly like a dove, or land splat, barren of love, uncharacteristic of energies shove.. running with abandon all people taste like chicken, carbon statistic- that mansions are often built with bones- and when I lose my sanity, I know, at least I will have seen.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
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