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the k nine & its teeth agree that tender meat is better raw. a land under one primal god- his face slipped into ***** hands; folded in grocery lines. at a 24/7 gas station buying a carton of a mother's hard work cheaper by the dozen but i can't sell mine; **** this ****** biology it makes for another product taxed and builds another landfill. I'm stocked with candies i didn't want to buy myself. It happened two nights ago by myself in bare sunlight; an ugly mess a day can make. unaware of myself the gawking something about a man and those repetitive hungry eyes. where have i seen those hungry eyes? the family dinner of twenty seventeen and the serialization of a girl and her father and then every day after. straw berry kool aid will never be the same: nostalgia is not who she used to be. my ex boyfriend says he can't feel sympathy for the opposite *** because he isn't a woman & that's why he's a ****** and life ***** me over
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
stream of consciousness pt. ii
the k nine & its teeth agree that tender meat is better raw. a land under one primal god- his face slipped into ***** hands; folded in grocery lines. at a 24/7 gas station buying a carton of a mother's hard work cheaper by the dozen but i can't sell mine; **** this ****** biology it makes for another product taxed and builds another landfill. I'm stocked with candies i didn't want to buy myself. It happened two nights ago by myself in bare sunlight; an ugly mess a day can make. unaware of myself the gawking something about a man and those repetitive hungry eyes. where have i seen those hungry eyes? the family dinner of twenty seventeen and the serialization of a girl and her father and then every day after. straw berry kool aid will never be the same: nostalgia is not who she used to be. my ex boyfriend says he can't feel sympathy for the opposite *** because he isn't a woman & that's why he's a ****** and life ***** me over
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Jul 31, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
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