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But our blood will spill Just the same. It's not about the headless victm. Nor will  it ever be. So. Just chill. And enjoy the thrill of the **** The blessed expedition. Hunting the Hunter. Is a most wonderful feeling. Going postal On the ones giving you All these letters. The mail carrier. Is positive for swine. Flu. Cause the news. They keep dishing us. Is tainted. Rotten. Like the word. This **** is rolled. Gold. Put that in your straw And snort it.
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
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But our blood will spill Just the same. It's not about the headless victm. Nor will  it ever be. So. Just chill. And enjoy the thrill of the **** The blessed expedition. Hunting the Hunter. Is a most wonderful feeling. Going postal On the ones giving you All these letters. The mail carrier. Is positive for swine. Flu. Cause the news. They keep dishing us. Is tainted. Rotten. Like the word. This **** is rolled. Gold. Put that in your straw And snort it.
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
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