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crazy thing- that room is still a florida room in february, where we killed the last spirit in the world. brighter than a piece of pvc during zombie winter. everything that happened when I was nine years old culminated in severed limbs, conspiracy theories. the rosacea cleared up like the doctor said it would. imagine this- a herd of bison on the sledding hill. hard to climb, even harder coaxing the angel down and into having some hot fun: hot like cauterized.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
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crazy thing- that room is still a florida room in february, where we killed the last spirit in the world. brighter than a piece of pvc during zombie winter. everything that happened when I was nine years old culminated in severed limbs, conspiracy theories. the rosacea cleared up like the doctor said it would. imagine this- a herd of bison on the sledding hill. hard to climb, even harder coaxing the angel down and into having some hot fun: hot like cauterized.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
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