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mediocrity is nothing ice cold grid patterned wave unfathomable and equally squeaky put me in a box made of pine and lashed with leather boot strings drip drop drizzle the smell of rain is **** on concrete unkimonolike moving like one of those blow up nightmare monsters whipping wildly at a used car dealership feeling not unlike the owner’s mustache which is to say greasy frankenstein shoes and bubblegum sinuses texture and 8bit timothy grass talk to the priest nudge him my way we’ll share a cup of milk and honey dont forget to eat the stars like blisters ice cold mediocrity is nothing but my *** hitting the ground when i slip on a wet rock
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
Sneeze Queen
mediocrity is nothing ice cold grid patterned wave unfathomable and equally squeaky put me in a box made of pine and lashed with leather boot strings drip drop drizzle the smell of rain is **** on concrete unkimonolike moving like one of those blow up nightmare monsters whipping wildly at a used car dealership feeling not unlike the owner’s mustache which is to say greasy frankenstein shoes and bubblegum sinuses texture and 8bit timothy grass talk to the priest nudge him my way we’ll share a cup of milk and honey dont forget to eat the stars like blisters ice cold mediocrity is nothing but my *** hitting the ground when i slip on a wet rock
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
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