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I think I left a domesday device in big yellow storage- no the grimoire, Doktor Dee had that, think he lost it while absolutely ****** on K cider. Losing all his teeth. The pages are scrunched up, trodden, sodden on some minor wasteland path, probably in Coldean. You know, those treacherous corners of ******* resolutely and hopelessly parked upon by a dog **** Papa Lebron's been making it rain down most of Lewes Road, but it never floods. Leads to the sea, you see. Old warlords sit on monobloc chairs outside the garages they rent out with their war chests & loans, gesturing slowly across the way to each other. My shoes, my jeans, my jacket, all falling apart. What I need is to raise a good old army o' the dead and take those rusty garagesm store them for ransom in Big yellow Storage and wait-wait-wait for the bounty to roll right in.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
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I think I left a domesday device in big yellow storage- no the grimoire, Doktor Dee had that, think he lost it while absolutely ****** on K cider. Losing all his teeth. The pages are scrunched up, trodden, sodden on some minor wasteland path, probably in Coldean. You know, those treacherous corners of ******* resolutely and hopelessly parked upon by a dog **** Papa Lebron's been making it rain down most of Lewes Road, but it never floods. Leads to the sea, you see. Old warlords sit on monobloc chairs outside the garages they rent out with their war chests & loans, gesturing slowly across the way to each other. My shoes, my jeans, my jacket, all falling apart. What I need is to raise a good old army o' the dead and take those rusty garagesm store them for ransom in Big yellow Storage and wait-wait-wait for the bounty to roll right in.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
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