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Blue is now the future. I wait. It is the one who held a key and fell to Earth. A fool. A coward and now a priest. What horror must I fund for your world to collect me? I'm unsure when security made its way into my pants. Lesions and twenty two packets of salt. A man and his automatic    revolver. A subscription to Penthouse. But the most wonderful time is my own. Proof that hard work and tireless effort yields errors. Quoting your favorite movies and collecting different tastes in fetishes. A fetus and a geisha collecting dust in a temple. What pulls the thread from the wheel must remain untouched. It is like a season of poor choices. But what must go stays unsaid. Example. A group of people, forgiven now. A couple, elderly but with child. A man behind the street unseen but from one degree. Another man alone and staying inside. And what could that be inside a person's garage. Forgiven   Moving on In quietly asked hush3s a nd the performance begin s The couple hiding and asking others about things with state men's attache ed Pull me in a huneed pulls and I then discover amateur Ambidextrous men some women You saw the water when realizing to chase gone The bluest rounds of something moving again. And then something else moved alone And then I believe it to be something A stranger thing to be sure and then later on a newer a tore opens. Maybe on this do range thing a few digerremy things Wil happen D then a new Maybe the is a friend in there Or Maybe there is a f fiend out yhwrr. #Tragedy
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
Fruit in the Gaetano
Blue is now the future. I wait. It is the one who held a key and fell to Earth. A fool. A coward and now a priest. What horror must I fund for your world to collect me? I'm unsure when security made its way into my pants. Lesions and twenty two packets of salt. A man and his automatic    revolver. A subscription to Penthouse. But the most wonderful time is my own. Proof that hard work and tireless effort yields errors. Quoting your favorite movies and collecting different tastes in fetishes. A fetus and a geisha collecting dust in a temple. What pulls the thread from the wheel must remain untouched. It is like a season of poor choices. But what must go stays unsaid. Example. A group of people, forgiven now. A couple, elderly but with child. A man behind the street unseen but from one degree. Another man alone and staying inside. And what could that be inside a person's garage. Forgiven   Moving on In quietly asked hush3s a nd the performance begin s The couple hiding and asking others about things with state men's attache ed Pull me in a huneed pulls and I then discover amateur Ambidextrous men some women You saw the water when realizing to chase gone The bluest rounds of something moving again. And then something else moved alone And then I believe it to be something A stranger thing to be sure and then later on a newer a tore opens. Maybe on this do range thing a few digerremy things Wil happen D then a new Maybe the is a friend in there Or Maybe there is a f fiend out yhwrr. #Tragedy
Tragedy
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
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