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Your Mom's Harry S. Truman.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
and they all look just the same.
so I may not resent myself, but I sure am beginning to feel a wave of resentment from an unexpected place.
is it cool if I throw up in my mouth a little bit? or maybe if I barfed on you you would get the point.
aight, sweet. thanks.
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that one is 'everest'.
VICARIOUSLY.
lost wisdom. found wisdom?
always one foot on the ground.
517
DRY.
douchemunch.
and they all look just the same.
perhaps we all should get the bigger half. we've.....
To be perfectly frank:
I'm feeling....
some say its my middle name....
and I never had to make a sound.
sarah spelled with a 'h' was getting bored.
I'm an inch taller. The games stop now.
maybe it was that fucking old fiddle of yours.
even articokes make mistakes.
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