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the window crack was filled with wasps they multiplied by blinks seeping out rapidly slinging to our lives ******* to the honey of our fears Or mine, surely they were mine to begin with frogs are slimy creatures that rapidly shift from one puddle of crap to another. they are everywhere, as i try to count them i myself turn into one only I am not green my frog color is **** like. its a puddle of beer brown and rotten avocado. I, the frog, have a smell- a vacuum cleaner odor essence muddy puddles where other frogs are seem to be occupied and so i am left with the vicious wasps
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
frogs and wasps
the window crack was filled with wasps they multiplied by blinks seeping out rapidly slinging to our lives ******* to the honey of our fears Or mine, surely they were mine to begin with frogs are slimy creatures that rapidly shift from one puddle of crap to another. they are everywhere, as i try to count them i myself turn into one only I am not green my frog color is **** like. its a puddle of beer brown and rotten avocado. I, the frog, have a smell- a vacuum cleaner odor essence muddy puddles where other frogs are seem to be occupied and so i am left with the vicious wasps
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
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