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Late at night I mimic the moon and begin my satellite circuit from the pantry to the fridge peering between limp celery stalks and old jars of cocktail sauce the same way you **** me when you're bored and just looking for a quick fix between your next game of league of legends.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
Thrift Store Painting
Late at night I mimic the moon and begin my satellite circuit from the pantry to the fridge peering between limp celery stalks and old jars of cocktail sauce the same way you **** me when you're bored and just looking for a quick fix between your next game of league of legends.
the fridge and i are empty
j-carroll
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
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