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Purchased in the Time of War, before the market television and commercial bon-bon maker, the fryer burps up its little pieces of flesh while diagonal janitors **** in the air and tongue an original sin their billion eyeless hands searching the fat for hot nails to crucify their palms over their hearts.
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 4:31 AM UTC
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Purchased in the Time of War, before the market television and commercial bon-bon maker, the fryer burps up its little pieces of flesh while diagonal janitors **** in the air and tongue an original sin their billion eyeless hands searching the fat for hot nails to crucify their palms over their hearts.
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 4:31 AM UTC
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