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there once was a calm certain celibacy a timeworn truancy of ****** verve substance , a quiet self serving noted subservience to not all were satiated, the duly noted societal quiet under the table observance of tension quick and taut still, unnamed but in the darkest alleyways, now , these days the revisionists the purveyors of common law hold jurisprudence over moral things sin is sin by the way **** are **** and should not be jiggled callously, ***** to the wall I jockoundly bounce my three ***** and hefty scent upward to a backboard it just makes no sense.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
makes no sense
there once was a calm certain celibacy a timeworn truancy of ****** verve substance , a quiet self serving noted subservience to not all were satiated, the duly noted societal quiet under the table observance of tension quick and taut still, unnamed but in the darkest alleyways, now , these days the revisionists the purveyors of common law hold jurisprudence over moral things sin is sin by the way **** are **** and should not be jiggled callously, ***** to the wall I jockoundly bounce my three ***** and hefty scent upward to a backboard it just makes no sense.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
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