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ok now there is some food for thought
Ventricles standing still letting fire lap the bottoms of his feet, spine searching for the proper dislocations.
Drinking ambrosia-laced placebo ointments, the wound on the tip of his penises courses forthly, frothishly. Your friends are inbreds.
Inbreds I tell you.
They are all inbred, all of your friends.
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