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.you want to relearn the schoolyard? are you sure you want to relearn the schoolyard?! sure... we can relearn the schoolyard...  i have a theory though, and it goes along the lines of... you know those pedophile(s)? i have a theory... they're not exactly into smoking, or drinking... like... their female counterpart... i actually think women are afraid of young boys... for what young boys are, per se... well, given Muhammad, hyper-inflated interest in literacy... that covers the whole: illiterate prior, married to an older woman, not drinking, not smoking?! so what's your outlet?! to be an object of what... "subjects"... or to be a "subject" of what... objectifies... case in point, the nuance is interchangeable in the metaphor quadratic of wording... and no... not really... i find it hardly necessary to concern myself with making the sort if accuracy to give a metric unit basis of a centi-, or otherwise, etc. it's sheryl crow for fuck's sake... it's not            katty perry... that debut: was... pristine.. seminal... sure... my feet stink... what? what's wrong with Cheryl Crow?! you better be ******* with me for serious, otherwise i switch to: unhinged... a change? ***** won a ******* grammy! sure... she married a glorious child of the two pedals...    who faked Paris having faked a tourism ploy of France... it's still Sheryl Crow though! a trucker's daydream of perfect head, incubated by a mouth of an 18 year old boy... no... i like Alanis... when... whatever that was that came from a woman's mouth was... deemed, fun... now?        n'ah... not really. all i really want... that sort of **** was fun... now? i'm becoming more and more bemused by the fragrance of my socks, worn, second day to count thoroughly...               hand in my pocket... right through you... so... BIG daddy gonna come around to save this teenage girl's cherry *** the kind of daddy that could never have a beer with me? like i'm feeling that: while using my right hands when typing feels like i'm using my left hand, and vice versa?! no! i'm not having it! Cheryl Crow... &... Chrissie Hynde!             no... don't give me the ******* zig-zag argument suggesting i'm about to see something "better", via an X, cross-eyed... blurry, like some reverse Freudian fetish off Ariel, the mermaid, blurry, under the water... Disney princesses my *** head over feet... now... that's a song.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
**** Alanis Morrissette!
.you want to relearn the schoolyard? are you sure you want to relearn the schoolyard?! sure... we can relearn the schoolyard...  i have a theory though, and it goes along the lines of... you know those pedophile(s)? i have a theory... they're not exactly into smoking, or drinking... like... their female counterpart... i actually think women are afraid of young boys... for what young boys are, per se... well, given Muhammad, hyper-inflated interest in literacy... that covers the whole: illiterate prior, married to an older woman, not drinking, not smoking?! so what's your outlet?! to be an object of what... "subjects"... or to be a "subject" of what... objectifies... case in point, the nuance is interchangeable in the metaphor quadratic of wording... and no... not really... i find it hardly necessary to concern myself with making the sort if accuracy to give a metric unit basis of a centi-, or otherwise, etc. it's sheryl crow for fuck's sake... it's not            katty perry... that debut: was... pristine.. seminal... sure... my feet stink... what? what's wrong with Cheryl Crow?! you better be ******* with me for serious, otherwise i switch to: unhinged... a change? ***** won a ******* grammy! sure... she married a glorious child of the two pedals...    who faked Paris having faked a tourism ploy of France... it's still Sheryl Crow though! a trucker's daydream of perfect head, incubated by a mouth of an 18 year old boy... no... i like Alanis... when... whatever that was that came from a woman's mouth was... deemed, fun... now?        n'ah... not really. all i really want... that sort of **** was fun... now? i'm becoming more and more bemused by the fragrance of my socks, worn, second day to count thoroughly...               hand in my pocket... right through you... so... BIG daddy gonna come around to save this teenage girl's cherry *** the kind of daddy that could never have a beer with me? like i'm feeling that: while using my right hands when typing feels like i'm using my left hand, and vice versa?! no! i'm not having it! Cheryl Crow... &... Chrissie Hynde!             no... don't give me the ******* zig-zag argument suggesting i'm about to see something "better", via an X, cross-eyed... blurry, like some reverse Freudian fetish off Ariel, the mermaid, blurry, under the water... Disney princesses my *** head over feet... now... that's a song.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
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