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Thursday, February 19, 2015

He tastes like chicken coup thermal stump of his KKK in my romance ball. A silly fossil burns in the desert. Firefox should fuck Buzzfeed up. That’s what’s up with the glitch Big Bird is going to quash: barbed code produces humans online. An inflatable bowling alley breaks ringtone-inconsistency along a sauce's lifeline, just as average scrap lingers. A skunk waits forever for candy. The hopping pork bits of exorcism enlargement pee into a decapitated (very mini) pocket Dumbo. Don’t want to be let go. Meaning, go. So kebab ant sped through a dwarf planet up grandma’s ponytail with super stripper acid, Christ bucket puppy detail retracting warm as a sunset. Large man figurine mumbling schizoid in the dark current, hanging itself on a meat grinder. Said I didn’t have a deep throat (yourself). 

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