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| burden | the idea that anyone would want to read your thoughts and ruminations is absurd, save for freaks. so I suppose that makes this composition a paradox and makes me want to fill seventy-three young doors with the spirit of LEMON MERINGUE BASEBALL GLOVES and to press a tot's tiny kidney into a poster-sized slot on the bottom of the space shuttle. when Frank breathes, you'd better listen. fast. oh, the pig designs were marvelous - they smelled like August. | 030913 |
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| realistic optimist | balk not, i barge in briefly to bleed the buckets of bukkake! | 030913 |
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| Syrope | and you wondered if i'd be happy to see you if you just showed up. pshaw :) | 030913 |
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| yoink |
put a tot's kidney in a slot? that blew my mind it's horrible |
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| / | WY I YOU TAE YOUR WATC O ///// | 071206 |
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| wha? | huh? | 071206 |