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Jun 2017
O the bile! Horrible bile from each port! O the terror of the **** experience! O no, nobody wipes me. I'm a ****** twosome. Help, I'm in strange/deranged hypo-crises without my captivating album, Johnny Cash Inside a Swedish Prison. Yoko Tani died knowing that only a fool believes that it's possible to gauge a man's intellect by grading his responses to questions that were composed by the RAND corporation's think-tank lackeys. Americans stroll softly in spongy mindset with little-to-no residual quip. We're boozing it up on barbiturates. We're drowning in Lithium & following a death cult. For the sake of all that's become suddenly & conveniently holy: Lead by crumpled example, crumpled-example-leading leaders! Scar tissue is the completion of healing. Don't be lonely, give everybody a million dollars...Love rhymes with shove; love'll with shovel...I nail. I *****. I treat grandma respectfully.
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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