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earth tone embrace, gently going down... simple pleasures of twisted senses, an equivocation of use, i know not what, but if death is the famished dog then surely we are the fluffy white rabbits on sticks, until it is humorous to turn off, and vise-grip jaws rip, tear and devour; an **** of natural selection, meant as god's jest that breathing is quick, mainly because we have to scurry so quick.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
betting on greyhounds
earth tone embrace, gently going down... simple pleasures of twisted senses, an equivocation of use, i know not what, but if death is the famished dog then surely we are the fluffy white rabbits on sticks, until it is humorous to turn off, and vise-grip jaws rip, tear and devour; an **** of natural selection, meant as god's jest that breathing is quick, mainly because we have to scurry so quick.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
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