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i love the fact that most people rather enter the concept of karma rather dialectics to argue their point - makes emily austen seem like a nutcracker of ideas to come from ikea as the self-assembled semi-detached heights, otherwise known as wuthering, heights or the disco-ball done in mahoganny eyed splinter shine - sheens the spot! it's just so ****** blocked nose rotten, the opposite of polite society, a bit like the middle-ages... reigning paranoia imported from a lost colony, library cards of blue indian peasants turned into pheasants that did the cancan dance all of a sudden... miracles christ couldn't even forsee! i'm free every saturday if you're hashtag up-for-it... never mind... i'll leave my quote and oil my phone-number for a missing mobile telepathic nuance on when differentiating blue indians with garam masala and red indians with mohawks - easiest game of all: snakes & ladders, noughts & crosses... garam masala & mohawks.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
where there's an ikea there's a suede scandinavian's worth of cabbage / call it evlis, i call it luck
i love the fact that most people rather enter the concept of karma rather dialectics to argue their point - makes emily austen seem like a nutcracker of ideas to come from ikea as the self-assembled semi-detached heights, otherwise known as wuthering, heights or the disco-ball done in mahoganny eyed splinter shine - sheens the spot! it's just so ****** blocked nose rotten, the opposite of polite society, a bit like the middle-ages... reigning paranoia imported from a lost colony, library cards of blue indian peasants turned into pheasants that did the cancan dance all of a sudden... miracles christ couldn't even forsee! i'm free every saturday if you're hashtag up-for-it... never mind... i'll leave my quote and oil my phone-number for a missing mobile telepathic nuance on when differentiating blue indians with garam masala and red indians with mohawks - easiest game of all: snakes & ladders, noughts & crosses... garam masala & mohawks.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
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