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10 minutes in, MDA

universal cock! fuck me so I can give birth to your beautiful slumdog millionare you know what I mean? the man wearing pants so tattered it doesn't matter why he's dancing? I meant that when I said it and I said it when it meant so much to the king of all castles running in circles around melancholy as if it were a dog to be chased so catch your own tail, too big to fail, too big to fail, ah, cleanliness has its way of speech and I will never be rid of it's cancellation fees, but does that matter oh so much if clouds understand me better than sand sees chord progressions in winter hymnals sung by early risen bird from dust and snow? I didn't think so either.
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Feb 17, 2013
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