I was an entire baby and then a picture of me as a baby. I had as part of the **** shaming process a father wheeled in and out of the sun. here is a boy with a red brick looking for an anthill. the sun was out. I brushed from her bare back a piece of straw and it stuck to my leg. in the barn I built another barn so I could go to both. here is the eater of stones in the privacy of an outhouse. I lie to her face and then to nostalgia’s outlook. the collapse of my favorite cow is followed by the cow’s collapse.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
I was an entire baby and then a picture of me as a baby. I had as part of the **** shaming process a father wheeled in and out of the sun. here is a boy with a red brick looking for an anthill. the sun was out. I brushed from her bare back a piece of straw and it stuck to my leg. in the barn I built another barn so I could go to both. here is the eater of stones in the privacy of an outhouse. I lie to her face and then to nostalgia’s outlook. the collapse of my favorite cow is followed by the cow’s collapse.
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