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it doesn't matter that you used to walk the night in search of food and housing. it means, "I wish upon a star" became a wish upon a bar stool. our foolish lisp never quarantined itself for fear of loneliness the stir stick of caffeine insanity (where was your princess when the king -dumb fell) "well," He choked, "she was busy with the lampshade.. or a lack thereof"
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
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it doesn't matter that you used to walk the night in search of food and housing. it means, "I wish upon a star" became a wish upon a bar stool. our foolish lisp never quarantined itself for fear of loneliness the stir stick of caffeine insanity (where was your princess when the king -dumb fell) "well," He choked, "she was busy with the lampshade.. or a lack thereof"
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
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