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Feb 2018
I rhythmically sway to music that crashes over in waves from musically-inclined hobos who crap in caves. I know what's right over deeds wrong, over the dead bodies of men killed by King Kong. A **** tune that plays 27 hours is a really long song, longer than the 'round-the-world maneuver that emanated in Kowloon, Hong Kong. Beauticians who incorporate raw sewage in perms, subject clients needlessly to raw sewage germs.
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  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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