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Mine incarnation streched like William Wallace of Scotland upon this old timber trunk, mine head is dunked in a *** of needing and haveth nots, for didst the world forget the gots? Ripper's rip out thine gut's by spoons, the feeling of a balloon as thine heart's pricked by human needle....... Scarab's and Beatles crawleth in dung, when they sucketh they sucketh hard from thy dud's and put thee in confinement wherein realignment is fully needed....     Handcuffed to solitary hole!!!
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
Incarnation stretch
Mine incarnation streched like William Wallace of Scotland upon this old timber trunk, mine head is dunked in a *** of needing and haveth nots, for didst the world forget the gots? Ripper's rip out thine gut's by spoons, the feeling of a balloon as thine heart's pricked by human needle....... Scarab's and Beatles crawleth in dung, when they sucketh they sucketh hard from thy dud's and put thee in confinement wherein realignment is fully needed....     Handcuffed to solitary hole!!!
This is just made up soo for anyone whothinks otherwise
brandon-nagley
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
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