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Do we ever really mean it with temper stripping us down to our most animalist sadistic I did not mean that, poem of mine I showed you last night what read simply bled Last night, contemplating accidental mescaline trips loves loss life death becoming master of this illusion We are the generation which creates itself I am my years in Chongqing Where my heart heeded me not court the innocent Chinese beautiful flower of a ****** My heart could not resist the fling Monster Foreigner Devil Oh! How my tormented conscious screams! I am my months In Greifswald Moin Moin Moin out back of Mensa Club my head met an angry boot thud I let out my cruddy caterwall ***** ************ **** ****** Come here I will ******* **** you! I am held back from further humiliation by the furer followers taken for my stitches. made a scene at the police station. I get what I deserve in my American varsity jacket I stole from my father, vintage. I was an easy target it is not far fetched I get a blitzkrieg on my head. I am my posh time in London In Hampstead I swirl sangria discussion David Downs and which works are his strongest In Chelsea I walk around boxer shorts and pajama bottoms getting k-holed with the bottom feeders all ****** on frosty jacks 7 a.m. I am ready for heaven my world swings before me, swaying... silently. A dead man hangs swoosh swoosh falling from the gallows
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
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Do we ever really mean it with temper stripping us down to our most animalist sadistic I did not mean that, poem of mine I showed you last night what read simply bled Last night, contemplating accidental mescaline trips loves loss life death becoming master of this illusion We are the generation which creates itself I am my years in Chongqing Where my heart heeded me not court the innocent Chinese beautiful flower of a ****** My heart could not resist the fling Monster Foreigner Devil Oh! How my tormented conscious screams! I am my months In Greifswald Moin Moin Moin out back of Mensa Club my head met an angry boot thud I let out my cruddy caterwall ***** ************ **** ****** Come here I will ******* **** you! I am held back from further humiliation by the furer followers taken for my stitches. made a scene at the police station. I get what I deserve in my American varsity jacket I stole from my father, vintage. I was an easy target it is not far fetched I get a blitzkrieg on my head. I am my posh time in London In Hampstead I swirl sangria discussion David Downs and which works are his strongest In Chelsea I walk around boxer shorts and pajama bottoms getting k-holed with the bottom feeders all ****** on frosty jacks 7 a.m. I am ready for heaven my world swings before me, swaying... silently. A dead man hangs swoosh swoosh falling from the gallows
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
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