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[jammypac]

the weithering blisters of life have grown to the size of comets, the worls is spinning out of control and im in the pilot seat. clutch hold of your fucking stearing wheel and turn right, crank that wheel harder than your mucles can pull. its impossable to turn your going to fast, your moving immediatly through the sound berrior and your head is

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[liquidmanifesto]

chess?

yes.

[marilynofsky]

pants

[jammypac]

where?