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| typhoid |
few understand its power and holiness its eternal mystery |
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| amy |
pass the crackers, countermeister. boop. bop. shooom. |
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| ignorant masses | not us | 010628 |
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| paste! | that is wily brewmaster z mor. have said the story. growing pains, sunny descriptions, all mounting to eternity that stops in mid winter. cartwheels stolen and given to legs and arms, we can flail, yessiree, we can flail cause the distance hasn't grown at all. | 010629 |
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| god | WAP! right on the forehead with a tire iron. not you... | 050205 |