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I'm disgusted; in a **** drunk tantrum fist pounding my Zooplankton reflection Mundane is my nation's only anthem; all hail your fellow cowardly clansman Syphon the Phantom from me It's been playing tic with the region of my brain that dictates passion Grapple hook the Madman from his wouldbe castle and cast him Cast him cast him cast him to the depths of Phantasm Let the Tall Man have him I'll greet the surgeon's scalpel with a basket of placid like here you can have this The type to commit suicide with a flare gun in a snow storm It's cold where the blood churns
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
Suicide with a Flare Gun
I'm disgusted; in a **** drunk tantrum fist pounding my Zooplankton reflection Mundane is my nation's only anthem; all hail your fellow cowardly clansman Syphon the Phantom from me It's been playing tic with the region of my brain that dictates passion Grapple hook the Madman from his wouldbe castle and cast him Cast him cast him cast him to the depths of Phantasm Let the Tall Man have him I'll greet the surgeon's scalpel with a basket of placid like here you can have this The type to commit suicide with a flare gun in a snow storm It's cold where the blood churns
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
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