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What is it hereby that I seeith? Unardent archetypes, Credited cards to swipe for fast food, Archaic since long ago!!!! Aristocratics art thou? Gormandizing collared frenzies, A meal plus ten for thine own family? What about thy neighbor? The one on thy street? Doused in fluid, puke, and his own safekeeps, Not enough for him thou furtive frugal? Yea, Tuck thine own pockets back in, Dont let him see you have all to giveth!!! Unlargess you!!! As this old rock spins in circular motion, To thine loved ones all time and devotions, Thou giveth not to thine own family, But to slot machines? Thou maverick!!! Thine phene!!! Agile pabulum Haven's hath become brothels of aspirin taking needed, Once a day for unclogging!!!!! Protractingly fateful health oh mortal? Trying to live to one hundred? Afraid for thy soul to pass? What's wrong? No god? No faith at last? Provident to failure!!! Virulent art thou, For thine work thou hath made thine surplus, Skipping the wife's needs? For forty hours of volition and lust!!!! Visionary of demonic audacity!!! Thy own path is manifest and lamenting, For art thou not repenting of thy fast lifted paradox?? I'm a cynic to thy trust!!!!
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
fast paced, greedy hungered!!!
What is it hereby that I seeith? Unardent archetypes, Credited cards to swipe for fast food, Archaic since long ago!!!! Aristocratics art thou? Gormandizing collared frenzies, A meal plus ten for thine own family? What about thy neighbor? The one on thy street? Doused in fluid, puke, and his own safekeeps, Not enough for him thou furtive frugal? Yea, Tuck thine own pockets back in, Dont let him see you have all to giveth!!! Unlargess you!!! As this old rock spins in circular motion, To thine loved ones all time and devotions, Thou giveth not to thine own family, But to slot machines? Thou maverick!!! Thine phene!!! Agile pabulum Haven's hath become brothels of aspirin taking needed, Once a day for unclogging!!!!! Protractingly fateful health oh mortal? Trying to live to one hundred? Afraid for thy soul to pass? What's wrong? No god? No faith at last? Provident to failure!!! Virulent art thou, For thine work thou hath made thine surplus, Skipping the wife's needs? For forty hours of volition and lust!!!! Visionary of demonic audacity!!! Thy own path is manifest and lamenting, For art thou not repenting of thy fast lifted paradox?? I'm a cynic to thy trust!!!!
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
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