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Andrew ate my tamales inside of 11 minutes, and soon there will be more kerpustiuous ones ready to taste. Watching ****** through three different windows; all broken at the moment. Anyone have a sheet of blood to give to my mad mothers rage? Let us copulate together for the glory of this fleeting age; yet inside eleven minutes the leaning waxy vomper mice shall dance upon my wig and deliver unto me an aching head. So let me not, no do not, let me live through this night so dark and shmear-ed upon this graven face. Nay, let me live toward this learn-ed light with a hand to hold, and away to learn your shining grace.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
Andrew and the Tamales
Andrew ate my tamales inside of 11 minutes, and soon there will be more kerpustiuous ones ready to taste. Watching ****** through three different windows; all broken at the moment. Anyone have a sheet of blood to give to my mad mothers rage? Let us copulate together for the glory of this fleeting age; yet inside eleven minutes the leaning waxy vomper mice shall dance upon my wig and deliver unto me an aching head. So let me not, no do not, let me live through this night so dark and shmear-ed upon this graven face. Nay, let me live toward this learn-ed light with a hand to hold, and away to learn your shining grace.
asa-d-bruss
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
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