sick f,lOu;rIshIng
calamity by what abscess you **** hotly moisture
'pon the sticky damsel of
life
who art brevity greased or we argue
(scrawny tiffs) with god (who smells like nothings
yay though it be. still we are. if not only a morsel
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
sick f,lOu;rIshIng
calamity by what abscess you **** hotly moisture
'pon the sticky damsel of
life
who art brevity greased or we argue
(scrawny tiffs) with god (who smells like nothings
yay though it be. still we are. if not only a morsel
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