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there's no rip cord -- your stuck in this stinking shell, success measured by inches, lipstick badged for lions, punchlines thrown like lettuce at the bravo males, there's no rip cord -- the evaluation preemptive, a crooked eyebrow and a sigh with the lights on, a slow grind of inadequacy leading to a clumsy spew, there's no rip cord -- so most bludgeon bashful cheeks with wedding bands -- a life locked in rolling pupil sheets, a kid, a fence, a lawyer, and an itchy trigger finger stirred and served with a green olive.
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
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there's no rip cord -- your stuck in this stinking shell, success measured by inches, lipstick badged for lions, punchlines thrown like lettuce at the bravo males, there's no rip cord -- the evaluation preemptive, a crooked eyebrow and a sigh with the lights on, a slow grind of inadequacy leading to a clumsy spew, there's no rip cord -- so most bludgeon bashful cheeks with wedding bands -- a life locked in rolling pupil sheets, a kid, a fence, a lawyer, and an itchy trigger finger stirred and served with a green olive.
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jj-hutton
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
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