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next to prime rib is a miniature fir or bush lumberjacked at the trunk you press like a bobblehead plugging nostrils with green steam and shake and nobody wants to spitspoil red meat and everyone agrees so you collect veggie trees arrange them in a forest and reenact little red riding hood with a cherry tomato you bite - you ******* werewolf vampire where were you when the fetus crowned like a tulip pistil harnesses by an umbilical noose and the nurse paused and said she's dead and cried and she cried too while I waited with her father her mother and mine and three friends and nine months of this for that you ******* ****** not even john hancock can sign a birth certificate and a death certificate in a nightmare let alone in one night
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:13 PM UTC
A Little Dead
next to prime rib is a miniature fir or bush lumberjacked at the trunk you press like a bobblehead plugging nostrils with green steam and shake and nobody wants to spitspoil red meat and everyone agrees so you collect veggie trees arrange them in a forest and reenact little red riding hood with a cherry tomato you bite - you ******* werewolf vampire where were you when the fetus crowned like a tulip pistil harnesses by an umbilical noose and the nurse paused and said she's dead and cried and she cried too while I waited with her father her mother and mine and three friends and nine months of this for that you ******* ****** not even john hancock can sign a birth certificate and a death certificate in a nightmare let alone in one night
2009
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don-brenner
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:13 PM UTC
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