i can't do much with this blog
but i can do battle
we've arrived
after chicken fat
and baking soda
to the ultimate spring placemat
of this conjunction of words which is:
placement is the mystery you never knew or did you? hey, check out my left labyrinth, how does it work? i dunno, i never drexed here before and i never covered my tracks it was back then when things fell apart and i smiled, and i was happy, when the universe owed me, hahahahaha
okay, that's too many has
they'll be rotting on the carts
surplus, what'll we do oo oo oo oo oo oo
another go round?
ow ow ow ow?
wow?
yow?
for fuck's sake
i will be your savior if i don't have to do anything
this is the time i burned
i could say a lot more on that subject and i probably will
jonesying for the aftermath, but not reelee
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