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**** my pants, they're somewhere on the lawn, wet, muddy and torn-- *but it's my mouth that's on fire burning frustration spewing forth exhaling cigarettes filled with chili powder louder and louder the guttural smoky screams sting her eyes with salt choking the beating heart blackening confusodium slowly strangles once red veins to her overloaded gray cloudy brain as only violent crashes of lightening briefly flash the way out as my booming thunder voice shouts a hurricane rattling her exhausted body as i beg with prayers for it to stop!*
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
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**** my pants, they're somewhere on the lawn, wet, muddy and torn-- *but it's my mouth that's on fire burning frustration spewing forth exhaling cigarettes filled with chili powder louder and louder the guttural smoky screams sting her eyes with salt choking the beating heart blackening confusodium slowly strangles once red veins to her overloaded gray cloudy brain as only violent crashes of lightening briefly flash the way out as my booming thunder voice shouts a hurricane rattling her exhausted body as i beg with prayers for it to stop!*
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
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