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too lazy too hot can't think heat expands air ballooning our heads double in size the sun peppers the ground so we wouldn't taste our footprints on our eggs on the sidewalk they say - no, they scream - the end is near i'm not sure about that but i think hell had a gas leak or does god want to bake his people into fresh gingerbread?
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
Heat Death
too lazy too hot can't think heat expands air ballooning our heads double in size the sun peppers the ground so we wouldn't taste our footprints on our eggs on the sidewalk they say - no, they scream - the end is near i'm not sure about that but i think hell had a gas leak or does god want to bake his people into fresh gingerbread?
god, it's hot in here.
kurt-kanawa
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
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