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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

shattered mirror ash army of darkness in gulvers travel

shit eating grin covering up that riddle beaten sentence hell bent on destroying your charecter
im supportin your _______
we all agree we all know.titty picture mail blows up my phone while I slowly destroy my left sinuses
all in hopes this will be the last morning i have that creeping feeling on my shoulder
he whispers you can do anything you want...all the consequense
but he never consoles.he beleives hes in control until hes standing on a balchony feeling the sun beat off the top of denver skyscrapers turned sububrbs for the upper middle debt that over looks the federal reserve
the devil sleeps in our streets,and those crazy sign wavers are always saying somthing
fear of nothing makes people cum in their sleep.

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