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I need to get this clock fixed, take the time to make two locked fists. I'm not ****** just an angry man wondering if you can block this tirade as I walk the Devil's terrain trying to stay away from the watch list. Now, what's this? Someone insane, deranged circling all of the boxes, fitting no spaces. Closed faces faced with the most basic, basest notions of what it is to be abrasive.   I'm laced with hatred, pacing the naked floorboards. Repeat; not wasted. A tar tongue tarnished by the distaste harnessed, placed with vile eyes to see through veiled lies, blatant. I surmise you're demise will bless me with the chance to push you from the precipice, leaving you with no sentiment just another piece of sediment.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
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I need to get this clock fixed, take the time to make two locked fists. I'm not ****** just an angry man wondering if you can block this tirade as I walk the Devil's terrain trying to stay away from the watch list. Now, what's this? Someone insane, deranged circling all of the boxes, fitting no spaces. Closed faces faced with the most basic, basest notions of what it is to be abrasive.   I'm laced with hatred, pacing the naked floorboards. Repeat; not wasted. A tar tongue tarnished by the distaste harnessed, placed with vile eyes to see through veiled lies, blatant. I surmise you're demise will bless me with the chance to push you from the precipice, leaving you with no sentiment just another piece of sediment.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
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