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I take my hand out of my pants and bring it to my nose. I take a whiff of the goodness that is a hard day's work; something is working hard and it's got my girl's name on it; My crotch and I are close we've named each other after the stoic philosophers, I am Zeno of Cilium and it goes by the name Marcus Aurelius, pompous ******* I know, right? We get along, some might say we get along too well because we hardly if ever, say goodbye to one another and instead bask in our own joy, as though God himself erected such a work of art At night it pulls me closer, and whispers to my ear *it's almost time to release the Kracken*, I say, that was before your time, sir, you got it all wrong. Don't you mean, liberate the sea men?
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
Hold Steady
I take my hand out of my pants and bring it to my nose. I take a whiff of the goodness that is a hard day's work; something is working hard and it's got my girl's name on it; My crotch and I are close we've named each other after the stoic philosophers, I am Zeno of Cilium and it goes by the name Marcus Aurelius, pompous ******* I know, right? We get along, some might say we get along too well because we hardly if ever, say goodbye to one another and instead bask in our own joy, as though God himself erected such a work of art At night it pulls me closer, and whispers to my ear *it's almost time to release the Kracken*, I say, that was before your time, sir, you got it all wrong. Don't you mean, liberate the sea men?
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
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