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Cape Town café drink up it's gospel brew as black as ink and I will ask you what you're thinking how you're feeling is my love only in theory? does it mystify? look plainly at your hot cup of gloom watch it stimulate the tongue and give away fidelity's holy fire that once lit the fuse of addiction within the skin of this burning man
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC
Truth Coffee
Paved in cobblestone glittering hues of gold Down my throat you go and I am home; Burning and rolling in tar scathing down that road while I remain with holes infiltrate my blood stream, make me crazy with desire cause your cousin unlike you gives me fire I'm a ****** to this feeling but you laid a glaze that left me swooning I'm in chains a slave to your being when you shove me with the tip of your tongue my purity is gone and I'm sitting in a river of me, wasted
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
Truth Serum
When Ebola’s fever begins to rage, The prognosis isn’t nice, Monoclonal antibodies are needed from three mice. The mice must first become exposed to a weakened viral strain. Their antibodies harvested and combined with those of man. Strangely the proteins that we need are grown best in a **** A modified tobacco plant will do the job indeed. The serum, that derives from plants, had not had human trials. (but eight of ten young chimpanzees endorse what’s in that vial.) Our missionaries, sick unto death were clearly in no position to refuse to try the medicine that might provide remission. Their rebound was miraculous. To Atlanta now they fly. Man finds himself in debt to a mouse. “Good job, little guy!”
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
Of Men and Mice