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Stomp on my gray.
Society
is difficult to define, emaciated framework by design, they think that
my fork doesn't need any tines. When I try to uplift myself, they use
their god-tool human soul machining apparatus. Intervening, screening,
and demeaning my every waking thought, preening my brain wrinkles to
make them smooth and taut.
is difficult to define, emaciated framework by design, they think that
my fork doesn't need any tines. When I try to uplift myself, they use
their god-tool human soul machining apparatus. Intervening, screening,
and demeaning my every waking thought, preening my brain wrinkles to
make them smooth and taut.
Published 14th Dec 2010
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18th Dec 2010 1:33pm
I enjoyed this very much it the imagery of being tortured by a fork is great. Don't let the tribulations get you down
