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Rhinna
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(written for the undesirables) Open up the darkness, and feel your way in. The monkeys are out hunting, perhaps they smell your sin. Tickle, tickle, tickle - another soul is raped. Whispers leave a bitter taste, not one soul is ever safe. Screams drown in your belly, and your guts spill like goo. Your skin is cast in deathly pallor, glowing from the moon so blue. The clickety click of teeth, and the ripping of the flesh, is what these monkeys do, no more - no less. So, you better hide your soul - lest you be found. They will hunt your rotting mind...Shhhhhh, make not a sound! c.2001
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Sol
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you know they have just been polished
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Casey
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Mine shine because I shave them
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tonya
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i have powder-coated matte finish stealth monkeys, undetectable to most radar systems. they are somewhat angular.
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Aimee
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monkeys tend to shine after about 2 weeks into the decomposition process...
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paste!
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it is best to cook jungle pasta in the frappe of Dolemite sans pudding. have no porcelain? cook with a jumbler-of-harp, then there'll be no more doubts. beyond that my work is finished, or so they will say, before the heating element is handed to me on a velvet cushion.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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