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psycho_sauce
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kingsuperspecial
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The demons have come, I can hear them digging outside my room. The waves of twisting black rot twinge from bone to hair. If there was I way I could peel my skin off without making a mess, I would. To feel my naked muscles in the cool night air, to feel sinew and blood against the carpet, would be revelation. I would like to be picked apart and dipped in barbeque sauce, roasted to juicy perfection over perfect coals, and devoured from a paper plate by soft, greasy fingers.
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baby satan
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sounds like you want me to incorporate you into one of my meals. very well. i'll start working on some barbecued kingsuperspecial dish right now.
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kingsuperspecial
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okay - but easy on the tabasco. that stuff stings my private parts.
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tonya
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the counterpart to graphite_salsa i presume?
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Casey
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Goes great on hotdogs
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010703
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paste!
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beats the hell outta amnesia_mustard, if it ever existed in the first place.
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Inanna
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Who is gonna be the lucky one to win the spit burger lottery today? Hey Jack Off, the pickles are not your personal port a potty and if I see you in the closet with the jar of mayonaise again, you are fired.
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pat sajak
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sleeping_in_a_jar
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011126
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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