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| pigs who have outlived their novelty. will ship. |
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| i been balled and burlapped. |
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| copp with luxurious cloud |
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| did you wash your belly button. |
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| erotic |
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| pastel devil |
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| go directly to jail. |
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| green feet with blue dog. |
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| i never go anywhere. |
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| i realized i'm kind of slow in the head. |
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| in the lagoon where the water is warm and inviting. |
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| inconsequential lichening. |
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| lily copp |
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| long in the clouds of longing |
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| o my darling quake |
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| por eso me gusta |
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| s'dreaming |
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| sexual |
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| shy sky music |
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| sumthing dont feel right about everything. |
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| sometimes i imagine we are thinking the same thought. |
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| it is my house goddamit. |
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| stone clouds. |
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| sunamabitch. |
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| suppose it has all been said. is that all you got to say? |
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| whose baby are you baby |
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| yes we did do this yesterday. you know i really relish the term punk ass bitch and would that i could employ it more. |
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