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the dentist sets his drill a-spinning into the pupil of your right eye liquor a fountain of it spurts such a thin stream don’t you know that when you hold the coca cola juice in your mouth like that your teeth will dissolve right down to the pulpy center? now they’re walking past your open incision and they each place a small dumpling into it the gases rise up like the chicken meat you left in the fridge for too long and you live for that moment
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
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the dentist sets his drill a-spinning into the pupil of your right eye liquor a fountain of it spurts such a thin stream don’t you know that when you hold the coca cola juice in your mouth like that your teeth will dissolve right down to the pulpy center? now they’re walking past your open incision and they each place a small dumpling into it the gases rise up like the chicken meat you left in the fridge for too long and you live for that moment
daniel-schoen
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
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