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i am the liquid rage u consume to, sweat me in the blood you, drop me foxy 5 Me O, D-I-P-T, collided with a chainsaw carving of a chainsaw, carving gelatin figurines of wolverines, stand back in my skull crusher's splinter twin, and find mr. bones, i hefta make a plea to take this, foxy out my brain, blow rainbow holes connecting me to him, lead me to the bedroom, mr. bones, is all alone, objective one, i am lebron james, and this is a conversation, mr. bones agrees and now i know we gotta beat that trik, white light, contaminated strapped tight, go ahead and check my pockets, for the souls i have devoured, low in the hours, face my wrists, the memory, wont come to me.
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
Trip (to the hospital)
i am the liquid rage u consume to, sweat me in the blood you, drop me foxy 5 Me O, D-I-P-T, collided with a chainsaw carving of a chainsaw, carving gelatin figurines of wolverines, stand back in my skull crusher's splinter twin, and find mr. bones, i hefta make a plea to take this, foxy out my brain, blow rainbow holes connecting me to him, lead me to the bedroom, mr. bones, is all alone, objective one, i am lebron james, and this is a conversation, mr. bones agrees and now i know we gotta beat that trik, white light, contaminated strapped tight, go ahead and check my pockets, for the souls i have devoured, low in the hours, face my wrists, the memory, wont come to me.
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Bozeman, MT
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
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