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| 03:32am 27/11/2002 |
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the problem, it's elementary!
you are all so bland, where is your mystery? the air of a campbells soup can is what i aspire. so unknown, but mmm mmm good! or an old dietrich, i know not which.
are you not amused, confused!well of course! intrigued, indeed!
would it be fun my friends if the puzzle was just one simple piece? |
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| bal-let: hitting device, blunt in nature and made of whiffle balls and asparagus. |
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| 04:28am 23/11/2002 |
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mood:  shocked
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there better be cocaine cookies, ohh there's nothing like a well-placed cocaine joke is there no? fruit! i speak of tangerine and eggplant and the breast of a well-formed Botticelli on rye. Have you ever communed with the olive farmers of Siberia. One would hope the wolverines would not dance on graves, but! DRAGON OH GOD DEPART LIKE TAP DANCING WORM
and translated to the native latin, we find it means: ole. and naught more.
sweet tragedy, in a festive green sauce not known as pesto.
my wings have been scabbing lately by the way, is there a solution? virgin blood never works for these things, goddddd and i mean where tha fuck ya gonna find a virgin sal? |
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