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Monday, June 1, 2009
Sweet lips sink ships.
I hate technology and I hate remote controls.
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Jimmy Hats
Riff raff ain't naff, they pay taxes by smoking so watch, your other half full or harmful. Damaging to my reputation.
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Grub's up.
Yeats.
I just tried to type this on my tape recorder.
I bet you wondered how I knew.
Uptown's Bloody Profitable Nine
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Sixty cents, no consent, do not pass go, go direct...
The bangers go clap clap at the pack.
I'm not even trying.
It's a dirty, dirty world.
Friend foe fuckbuddy having a heavy flow, buddy.
I am a creature, I am a postscript.
Holy Christian names.
Sweet lips sink ships.
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