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May 2014
I see a large, muscular men

He is strong, like hen.

Look at your chin.

He comes up to me.

"what's up good lookin?"

I romantically gaze in his eyes.

"get away from me, you creep, this is a library."

The man pants heavily, with his bulge in his right hand.

He steals my little brother and does the magic dance.

All of a sudden, it consumes me.

The bulge is life.

I am the bulge.

The bulge is the labyrinth.

We are the bulge.

Bulge.

The bulge.

David Bulge Bowie.

Jareth

The bulge.
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Pickles Mcburger
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