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May 2017
Putrefied crap that's rotted a lot reminds me of women every decent man's sought, ***** whose beams are wide, heavy & low slung beyond the capacity of a slow lung as they glide over buttered guts on beef tongue. I want to be judged by the nice things that I say & not by queer-baited prisoners leaning toward the captively captivating gay life.
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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