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no man ever made a herring into an aero bubble bar of a hot-chocolate healing to ensure that all the rations of the healing goosebumps of pickled penises were actually regurgitated for memorabilia & postcards, and none made representative of gherkins doing the required prickling of an o.m.g.-spot in salted brine to carve out an eve in northern judea: frozen eden, pickled east, forever the labouring sun of lost shadow - mein verlust... mein vorhaben. when i die, i just want to speak german, that’s all.
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
geese's gherkin goosebumps
no man ever made a herring into an aero bubble bar of a hot-chocolate healing to ensure that all the rations of the healing goosebumps of pickled penises were actually regurgitated for memorabilia & postcards, and none made representative of gherkins doing the required prickling of an o.m.g.-spot in salted brine to carve out an eve in northern judea: frozen eden, pickled east, forever the labouring sun of lost shadow - mein verlust... mein vorhaben. when i die, i just want to speak german, that’s all.
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
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