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spin the table knock the room off its axis children gurgling *** through juice box straws milk teeth burst the confines of adult gums knuckles fly like ****** dice cards are chewed crackers shuffled in the corner hear the ********** pray furious at hosts of gay angels singing his mother enchanted by female flesh wobbling like jelly in the grape bowls she'll be stalking some skirt tonight he's yanking his hair to stop yanking chains the political right rests a hand on her shoulder the girl is happysad at the rain indoors they slosh around and dance to silence she is sadhappy and knows how her father thinks siblings that weren't hers rule family frames free market capitalism shines like a baby it is a balmy november spring nobody is ever hungover aroused or defeated love takes three spins of a screwdriver to trap there is something sweet in the council mail they dangle by the ears from the base of the sofa the ladies are eating cigars to keep warm though they don't need to; it's always sunny in england.
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:26 AM UTC
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spin the table knock the room off its axis children gurgling *** through juice box straws milk teeth burst the confines of adult gums knuckles fly like ****** dice cards are chewed crackers shuffled in the corner hear the ********** pray furious at hosts of gay angels singing his mother enchanted by female flesh wobbling like jelly in the grape bowls she'll be stalking some skirt tonight he's yanking his hair to stop yanking chains the political right rests a hand on her shoulder the girl is happysad at the rain indoors they slosh around and dance to silence she is sadhappy and knows how her father thinks siblings that weren't hers rule family frames free market capitalism shines like a baby it is a balmy november spring nobody is ever hungover aroused or defeated love takes three spins of a screwdriver to trap there is something sweet in the council mail they dangle by the ears from the base of the sofa the ladies are eating cigars to keep warm though they don't need to; it's always sunny in england.
I had a concept, I tried to put it into words and- I wish I was a filmmaker :( tags aren't working
lilacdom08
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18/F/London
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:26 AM UTC
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