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You laughed at me for reading what they're quoting and now i understand because there are cupcakes starved of vitamin D and children blowing out their veins in two different fords in eight different dimensions - because earth is cyclicle and the front tire of an invisible stationery bike, kinda old and kinda not great at running anymore - but shush already enough with the watch me write ******** for fun I watched a man try to **** my mother then casually inspect the crown molding and kneel to the angelic thimble before skipping out into the night - and this makes sense now, watching me read had to be embarrassing seeing the top of my head and then the nonsense between the pages, the so called **** embarrassing enough to make you consider knocking me out and ****** me right there because you probably could but reconsider because of the sewage leaking out from under the flyleaf, not literally but that's what you think - yesterday I reclined on a study desk while he went to town and I may have cried but, eureka, I found myself to be nothing more than a temporary Flowr and the man btwn my hematomas shouldn't have been there, but hell! I rough what I want, and the guy I luv hates running subtitles.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
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You laughed at me for reading what they're quoting and now i understand because there are cupcakes starved of vitamin D and children blowing out their veins in two different fords in eight different dimensions - because earth is cyclicle and the front tire of an invisible stationery bike, kinda old and kinda not great at running anymore - but shush already enough with the watch me write ******** for fun I watched a man try to **** my mother then casually inspect the crown molding and kneel to the angelic thimble before skipping out into the night - and this makes sense now, watching me read had to be embarrassing seeing the top of my head and then the nonsense between the pages, the so called **** embarrassing enough to make you consider knocking me out and ****** me right there because you probably could but reconsider because of the sewage leaking out from under the flyleaf, not literally but that's what you think - yesterday I reclined on a study desk while he went to town and I may have cried but, eureka, I found myself to be nothing more than a temporary Flowr and the man btwn my hematomas shouldn't have been there, but hell! I rough what I want, and the guy I luv hates running subtitles.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
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