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The Things Kids Do These Days
Guts Inhale. Take in as much air as you can. This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can. |
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The Things Kids Do These Days
Guts Inhale. Take in as much air as you can. This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can. |
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PBH Slowly Becomes a Hardcore Sex Channel
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God is for the Bleak
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Wanking
I started off I finished by drip how come I always feel alone she was my one |
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Art
If I can not be an artist, then what is the next best thing? Consume consume until consumed. Without malice, without hate, detach from all wordly attachments. Drink till full, then drink again. Love till full, then love again. Masturbate till empty? Jeez, what a hard life, always full of intrigue and double meaning. Someone measured the fractal-nature of Jackson’s painting, and found that over 2 was too much. The best was 1.something, but I forget the exact number. Maybe 1.618? Lol, math. |
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dying rose
my heart lifted oh sun beat my dying rose |
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You tilt your head and turn it to the setting sun
Time can take its toll on the best of us |
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I Know What You Were Thinking
Today, Georgey H. broke down in front of the Florida state house as he talked about Jeb. Of course, this leads people to think that he was crying about Jeb. But they’re wrong. Using my powers of reason and ESP, I translated for all of you what George was ACTUALLY thinking:  |
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