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kingsuperspecial
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wouldcouldyou hownotnow onedaysome impossible irresponsible irrational irreconcilable a heart it would stop a life it could start run around the block some more dreamy
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mourningstars
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i could shake you about violently, jab you with a straw and blow bubbles in you ooo kinky
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kingsuperspecial
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yea! in an origami cup, please. my silly secret buddy makes them!
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oh no not me
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she does?
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yummyC
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gladly crap i feel one of those asprin feeling headaches. i wonder if anyone else understands what i mean.
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sheryl
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fact: The 18th century Italian lover, Casanova, drank chocolate as a love potion.
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paste!
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sass has felt the gas station. the day is pok, near the tomato basket.
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flamer
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chocolate milk is very nice i drink 6 glasses a day my friends say stop but I say I no way nothing else will suffice
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god
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i like chocolate rat milk.
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ClairE
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and I will be your slave of love. Ooh, to be in love with something you've ingested. That would make for some interesting dynamics in THAT relationship, now, wouldn't it?
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eklektic
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"cigarettes and chocolate milk" - rufus wainwright cigarettes and chocolate milk these are just a couple of my cravings everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger, a little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me if i should buy jellybeans have to eat them all in just one sitting everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter, a little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me and then there's those other things which for several reasons we won't mention everything about 'em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder, a little bit deadly it isn't very smart tends to make one part so brokenhearted sitting here remembering me always been a shoe made for the city go ahead accuse me of just singing about places where scrappy boys' faces have general run of the town playing with prodigal sons takes a lot of sentimental valiums can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy while running on empty you little old doll with a frown you got to keep in the game retaining mystique while facing forward i suggest a reading of "a lesson in tightropes" or "surfing your high hopes" or "adios kansas" it isn't very smart tends to make one part so brokenhearted still there's not a show on my back holes or a friendly intervention i'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish, a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see ya so please be kind if i'm a mess cigarettes and chocolate milk cigarettes and chocolate milk
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what's it to you?
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