December 14, 2011 08:58:35 PM
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Michal
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No-one to vote for, a lot of people to fuck. Aging awkward Ipads and naked footpads. Here the bubbles coruscating over the gleamed helipad. It's flooding in Lancaster. Inundating New York. Channeling des Champs-Élysées. Mithras we need a drink.
“Quit your whining, it’s only a barista temp job,” she sallies.
Sally, what do you know of Neorxnawang? All you know is Samarkand, Humvee wheels and patriots burning.
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from “norman”: yes, at times, we practice are perils by our pursuits, our dedication by obliteration to our otherwise obligations. disaster recognizes where you live and where you go … depends often by how you show up or blow up as you go; valor has its place in medal, metal and too often mental coffins; how are we to honor if not remember
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