| I drew a mop or more a mop of where I am from.
Can't remember a single word I said a minute ago.
Trying to remove the trash from my head.
Driving directions from Boston - Chicago - Seattle
Holy Fuck. |
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| The universe is made up of large spheres of darkness with little points of light.
My body is closed right now. Does that mean my heart can see the stars when I open my mouth?
There have been rumors on the internets...
We have Poland...
Resign resign resign...
My best friend is an oscilliating alligator.
The entrance of my home is a cellar door.
I
I want to talk to you
outside
in the open air
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| My fury is one shared by many. Especially logs of cheese with the capacity for lucid cognative thought. |
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| Hell is no place for a furball. |
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