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| tanya (not tonya) |
after four hundred years with its dick in the oatmeal it was only a matter of time before the universe turned its back on pile of marbles that crouched along the fence. Oh, parky - there was never any parmesan in the centrifuge, and no custard in the lounge but you can always sink the anvil_poach in the sofa and we never forgot how the lozenges stole the ions from grandma's nose Sell your retinas now, because four-on-the-floor never smelled like the country that always explodes in the back of your shoebox and dreaming about the salt will only clog up the works. i have had it with these motherfucking croutons. |
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| unhinged | . | 181220 |