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when i get ****** up it starts in my teeth i can always tell by the way my chompers feel candy flipping, rolling, tripping ***** , smoking blunts my teeth get this feeling like they're not quite right it's hard to explain just how they feel but i know that something is quite unreal they feel sort of fuzzy, strange to the touch i rub my tongue on them and i can't feel much then the rest of me starts to fall into place wave after wave crashes over me i begin to feel it physically the next thing i know my mind is wandering far to lands that i haven't seen in awhile i know that many will look at me harshly for this confession but i'll be honest, i love to be ****** up
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Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
teeth
when i get ****** up it starts in my teeth i can always tell by the way my chompers feel candy flipping, rolling, tripping ***** , smoking blunts my teeth get this feeling like they're not quite right it's hard to explain just how they feel but i know that something is quite unreal they feel sort of fuzzy, strange to the touch i rub my tongue on them and i can't feel much then the rest of me starts to fall into place wave after wave crashes over me i begin to feel it physically the next thing i know my mind is wandering far to lands that i haven't seen in awhile i know that many will look at me harshly for this confession but i'll be honest, i love to be ****** up
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Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
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