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my_hovercraft_is_full_of_eels
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bouncy bouncy
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my nipples are on fire
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010628
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kuru
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Do you want to go back to my place, bouncy-bouncy?
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010628
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bloody potato chip
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my thick, rubbery lips are full of hot mayonaise
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010628
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paste!
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sea snake crackers are not eaten. on new years eve, marshmallows burst from the floor basin. can't fog this mackenzie outlet, sums of blood create the queried starfist, leaving no trace of the afterwards catapault. summertime, the disgrace of chaco, the fresh bread smell in your clothes.
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010629
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Casey
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and they are oozing up my pant leg. And it feels rather good...oops...um...nevermind.
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010630
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bloody potato chip
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and i fumble for the switch, an area of doubt surrounding the tepee of electrical tape on fire, and soot over the soapy window. nineteen thirty-five woolen sweat coal dust jaw peers through the stark spokes in the drab, ancient sunlight. i touch my genitailia, and think of sand.
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010630
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firehunden
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my ass is full of lead
my head is full of shit
my balls are really blue right now
but I still play with it
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010630
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Dafremen
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Glad rags make the heart of the frump go pitter pat while the ever eclectic pootnanny sings a lullaby of portugese sailing rats whose buttery cheeks are covered with moldy gumdrops and Dolly wigs.
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010701
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bloody potato chip
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dolly wigs. yes
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011114
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monty pythonism
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my nipples explode in delight!
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081020
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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