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( a mention to Bernardo Soares and the twenty one grams ) Preening? they're fuckin' dreaming. say, is contactless new? 'bout as new as old can be, people been contactless for years peers can't or won't acknowledge peers feeling it's better to be alone than to be herded like steers to the abattoir and that's how far it was thought out contactless? absolutely clueless as to what's going on, people getting on with the everyday task of, don't look I won't ask, ps I was told off for my use of offensive language, what the fuck's that all about? the only things offensive to me are the rich making riches from poverty, motor vehicles pumping out obituaries and people who complain about cigarettes, it sets me on fire as to why a swear word or two could make you feel so aggrieved. Those twenty one grams you lose in death? well some breathe them out with every word on each breath, but they're only peacocks getting their rocks off by complaining.
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
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( a mention to Bernardo Soares and the twenty one grams ) Preening? they're fuckin' dreaming. say, is contactless new? 'bout as new as old can be, people been contactless for years peers can't or won't acknowledge peers feeling it's better to be alone than to be herded like steers to the abattoir and that's how far it was thought out contactless? absolutely clueless as to what's going on, people getting on with the everyday task of, don't look I won't ask, ps I was told off for my use of offensive language, what the fuck's that all about? the only things offensive to me are the rich making riches from poverty, motor vehicles pumping out obituaries and people who complain about cigarettes, it sets me on fire as to why a swear word or two could make you feel so aggrieved. Those twenty one grams you lose in death? well some breathe them out with every word on each breath, but they're only peacocks getting their rocks off by complaining.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
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