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[iheartyourmom]

his 94 fingers and 28 toes decimate the decibels shrouding psuedo-bohemia. he threatened to "boom boom boom," endlessly my stomach rattled. "call me dad, now." claiming the kidnapping was a ruse, we continued, whilst screaming mandolins emanate from the ground quaking at the seamless pantaloons. melting visages empty out the weaving basketry. blood

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[headonstick]

For a second i thought you were re writing George Washington.

[iheartyourmom]

it was in my mind, and yet, it wasn't.