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it's too much. these beds I made. my skin is so heavy. I am under this parachute of coyness, but now it's falling down around me and I flail in the waves, choke, cough and toss. remember how they said don't wish for a thousand coins because they'll all land and crush your body? I think, it's probably best to be careful for what you ask  for, whether it's forward or backwards in time. because once your grass is green, you have to roll in it. whether it tickles your collar or not.
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Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 9:47 PM UTC
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it's too much. these beds I made. my skin is so heavy. I am under this parachute of coyness, but now it's falling down around me and I flail in the waves, choke, cough and toss. remember how they said don't wish for a thousand coins because they'll all land and crush your body? I think, it's probably best to be careful for what you ask  for, whether it's forward or backwards in time. because once your grass is green, you have to roll in it. whether it tickles your collar or not.
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Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 9:47 PM UTC
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