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Bereft of depth the cattle calls a chattering clutter of noises that bothers saner minds and their ****** daughters. When fools ferment deep discord from a good temperament turning sweet wine into a bitter product wilting from some rotten vine, and honest hearts no longer entreat the wisdom of fools they once deigned to share humanity’s goodwill and ever shrinking grace with. Let them loose their tongues and see drool dripping like a sea of diarrhea. For these things are matters of darker dreams, past times parting partial truths to the cruel schemes of the obtuse and greedy hearts who abuse all those who challenge their views.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
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Bereft of depth the cattle calls a chattering clutter of noises that bothers saner minds and their ****** daughters. When fools ferment deep discord from a good temperament turning sweet wine into a bitter product wilting from some rotten vine, and honest hearts no longer entreat the wisdom of fools they once deigned to share humanity’s goodwill and ever shrinking grace with. Let them loose their tongues and see drool dripping like a sea of diarrhea. For these things are matters of darker dreams, past times parting partial truths to the cruel schemes of the obtuse and greedy hearts who abuse all those who challenge their views.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
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