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i'm like a cat, i sit on the windowsill drink and smoke and do the least practicality of my existence other than sleeping, autistic darting of the eye to fake telekinetic coercions of unmovable things, but i also do that to imitate the mating calls of foxes in the night, in description: like a dry laugh, like a non-phlegmatic laugh, very coarse if taste buds are in question bitter, like a solitary H without an identifiable vowel to make a couplet that doesn't desire a rhyme.
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
**** feline ex vulpus
i'm like a cat, i sit on the windowsill drink and smoke and do the least practicality of my existence other than sleeping, autistic darting of the eye to fake telekinetic coercions of unmovable things, but i also do that to imitate the mating calls of foxes in the night, in description: like a dry laugh, like a non-phlegmatic laugh, very coarse if taste buds are in question bitter, like a solitary H without an identifiable vowel to make a couplet that doesn't desire a rhyme.
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Mar 5, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
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