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In the end it was a case of 'I've probably got to piss;' moving off in all directions seeking the hallow holy spill -drip of sweet relief. the washroom is the last place you are guaranteed solitude like a lil tyke meditation chamber the Brahman made sure could not be tainted with distraction or 'I'd rather not's,'and it's not that you'd rather, because kind waits and last moments go by like this. but you can safely and suavely admit to yourself as you lie awake in bed that you really probably have to **** it's your body speaking in liquid laughter. it's a part of your language the rain-clouds have crafted. it is one relationship that has eternally lasted. Oh, holy human waste!
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
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In the end it was a case of 'I've probably got to piss;' moving off in all directions seeking the hallow holy spill -drip of sweet relief. the washroom is the last place you are guaranteed solitude like a lil tyke meditation chamber the Brahman made sure could not be tainted with distraction or 'I'd rather not's,'and it's not that you'd rather, because kind waits and last moments go by like this. but you can safely and suavely admit to yourself as you lie awake in bed that you really probably have to **** it's your body speaking in liquid laughter. it's a part of your language the rain-clouds have crafted. it is one relationship that has eternally lasted. Oh, holy human waste!
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
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