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Bored of beauty. **** and *** blizzard white teeth insertable parts switched out like lego blocks. Inching away from this faulty form with which I was imbued in genesis. Long live that junk, ****** Gimme those thighs! Let free that emotional magma boiling up from beneath, ready to burn this world or at the least leave your laces singed. The tip of this iceberg will bring you all down so ready the life-rafts. Gimme that. Don’t give me blizzard teeth, silent in a quaffed muzzle. Be the jaws, the howl, the tender tongue on young necks. Great stories don’t read “one day I was beautiful” they say “the world seized me and tore off my limbs, and I toppled end over end til I came to rest between the legs of the Colossus and that’s when it got interesting.”
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
Bored of beauty
Bored of beauty. **** and *** blizzard white teeth insertable parts switched out like lego blocks. Inching away from this faulty form with which I was imbued in genesis. Long live that junk, ****** Gimme those thighs! Let free that emotional magma boiling up from beneath, ready to burn this world or at the least leave your laces singed. The tip of this iceberg will bring you all down so ready the life-rafts. Gimme that. Don’t give me blizzard teeth, silent in a quaffed muzzle. Be the jaws, the howl, the tender tongue on young necks. Great stories don’t read “one day I was beautiful” they say “the world seized me and tore off my limbs, and I toppled end over end til I came to rest between the legs of the Colossus and that’s when it got interesting.”
robin-ginnis
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
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