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Thursday, June 11, 2009
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more...
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Good golly, miss molly.
A propensity for intensity.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS, DISCONNECT BEFORE IT SPREADS
You there, at the back - CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Every son kills his father.
Smoking in the rain
No.
Fuck you you fucking whore, I wish I never met you.
Step by Step
Rationalise this.
Where will the children play?
Plutonic beats.
Carry on my wayward son
I'm going to fucking get you, kixxy.
Oh yeah, by the way...
What inspires a man to break bad?
i have reached the conclusion
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