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i want to do right but its so hard to find another boot party tonight im still just fine franky on the mop billys on the floor only from the top i sit laughing and drinking refusing to clean these boots cleanliness is godliness twisted and stunted roots praying in godlessness as they all line up at the ticket booth take this knife give the slow slice through my jugular and wind pipe stare into the sun
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
Stare into the sun
i want to do right but its so hard to find another boot party tonight im still just fine franky on the mop billys on the floor only from the top i sit laughing and drinking refusing to clean these boots cleanliness is godliness twisted and stunted roots praying in godlessness as they all line up at the ticket booth take this knife give the slow slice through my jugular and wind pipe stare into the sun
Mikhael
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Mikhael
American
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
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