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Prime initiative firing on coke bottle cylinders. A stitch past wearily; his cognitive delirium breeds an alien's barbarity. No flare for a sailor to see, the stillborn sea devours his Saturn Missile pleas like a herbivore foraging fields of forever greens. Castaway calluses stack for an armor-clad effect. Think homemade tank flesh for a rainy day's doom flash. Clickety clack... he's on track. The Lotus's control is unknown. Best take a backstroke anyway, folks. An avalanche throne only holds 'til the caveman's stone is thrown Black hole tenacity God couldn't close.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
The Little Boy That Should
Prime initiative firing on coke bottle cylinders. A stitch past wearily; his cognitive delirium breeds an alien's barbarity. No flare for a sailor to see, the stillborn sea devours his Saturn Missile pleas like a herbivore foraging fields of forever greens. Castaway calluses stack for an armor-clad effect. Think homemade tank flesh for a rainy day's doom flash. Clickety clack... he's on track. The Lotus's control is unknown. Best take a backstroke anyway, folks. An avalanche throne only holds 'til the caveman's stone is thrown Black hole tenacity God couldn't close.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
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