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The neighborhood's gone to **** and no one seems to care the doors are blown off from the tempest blackening the air. Swanson sleeps with Harbors who takes Johnson in her mouth while Johnson picks spare change from the cushions in his couch. Brinkley's unemployed but subservient to Mrs. Langer, while Desmond reaches for two shotgun rounds and places them in the chamber. Boom went the weasel and Jill's on methamphetamine while the neighborhood we knew and loved went harshly down the stream. The months can be a ***** and the year's have been a ***** the neighborhood's gone to **** and I'm finally crawling out the door.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
The Neighborhood's Gone to ****
The neighborhood's gone to **** and no one seems to care the doors are blown off from the tempest blackening the air. Swanson sleeps with Harbors who takes Johnson in her mouth while Johnson picks spare change from the cushions in his couch. Brinkley's unemployed but subservient to Mrs. Langer, while Desmond reaches for two shotgun rounds and places them in the chamber. Boom went the weasel and Jill's on methamphetamine while the neighborhood we knew and loved went harshly down the stream. The months can be a ***** and the year's have been a ***** the neighborhood's gone to **** and I'm finally crawling out the door.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
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