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Born   of a Black Mass; Deathstar v2.0. Set forth another uncontrolled    trajectory, a pile of earth still yearns for a second passing. A void that turns me on; a void that turns on me, vvhy avoid the meat parade? vvhy such antipathy? Embrace dust's ********** rotting feet look good in shoes, just as any, just sayin'.
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
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Born   of a Black Mass; Deathstar v2.0. Set forth another uncontrolled    trajectory, a pile of earth still yearns for a second passing. A void that turns me on; a void that turns on me, vvhy avoid the meat parade? vvhy such antipathy? Embrace dust's ********** rotting feet look good in shoes, just as any, just sayin'.
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Nov 7, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
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