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About the boredom #4 (Plight of the Pineal Gland's Mastectomy)

Lights, boredom, beer, and socks this is how we define the outcome of pin up girl robots and the threshold you’re too dumb to notice its refuse they say like some salt tower ready to pop marmalade No one pees the bed anymore and why should they? questions for an irritable spine flu Never the less, we are doomed to listen to shitty rap music while washing the four hundred and fifty-seventh cunt sponge on the planet Umlow I think i may have lied who cares, you already read it so taking it back would only make me a badger No a tapir
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larry-mcdonough
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Apr 5, 2013
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