defined by the pimp yourself out to the whim of a there no be.. are you proud of this lack there of and be it when there's exalt?
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my thoughts that echo off the TV static later in the day that i would predict my self through the radio waves and the media that knows everything about me. Or if i had never met you would it all still be exactly the same..? How many a me is let on the screen through a time held body? Or would the tongue shrivel up completely and to the floor it would drift as would the feathers to be plucked from the skin off my back. all while the sun spews into a river, all body together turns to mud..!
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your body is disgusting, used. the memories made with you hold no purpose, you have already been filled up. you only get one attempt and you tossed it. you really have no reason left to be here, maybe you would consider putting some more holes in your arm..?
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m. m. mmm. mmm. mm mm. mm mm. m. m. m. m. mmmm. mmmm. mm mm mm mm. mm mm mm mm. M..! mmM.. mm. mMM... m. m. mmMM. mm.. M..! MMM... m M. Mmm. mm mm. mm mm. m m. m m. m. m.
me dog, fetch.
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bullfrog in beach goggles with a bucket and a leech..! Ode to father o' spare thy flea. Bubble gum pockets o'er the boogey rocks. sink metal, sink! the ole city of mush sunk under the drowning log, this bullfrog and his injured crow. the fish man Beelzebub of lust and the hunger, humming from the whet, "bite me..!"
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grinding my throat on snot (rods and butchers)... they aren't blind, if a pig still ate stale crackers..?
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..and the mud..?
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The mud turns to sand..
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..and the sand..?
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The sand turns to glass..!
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mmM... the gloss of the beach, stained, mMMmm... mMmmm... MMmmm... MMM..! mm. mm. m. m. mmMm... mMmmMmm... (don't forget your pair of sunglasses..! they won't be provided given you are as dumb as you truly seem)
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