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my fingers smell like Camels eternally because we all take life very seriously and my appetite just died because I got a wiff of curdled milk I fed a sunflower seed and was reminded that I want to thizz but lack the funds to do so.

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taylor-browne

American

Published: May 14, 2011
LinesWords: 746

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