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In an age of instant image gratification, the heartbreak that is being educated in a world of bitter uneducated athletes, is knowing these uneducated athletes celebrate one another with the vanity that often accompanies suicide and blaming of others for their own defects. witnessing my own spiritual contacts get photographed and celebrated with fashion and advertising simply breaks my own heart,…

witnessing decay of digital, like ink in a macebethian flame; the stats are gone, and still i show up! these hotdoogs, less footlonged and now more pricey, with empty seats to strech with my own currencies, mostly typed well, a hardback with plenty of blank space, zelda educates with lies distilled by initmacy. a rant i will not write, but length is simply an epic that deserves symmetry…

trimmed fur brushes against my own, cheeks fatten as youth brings out– my arrousal is attached, no longer inserted like a drive wanting its own stick? fire sells, but men swallowed by one’s own sandworm simply delivers, a teenager in pregnancy, am i delirious?

in response to a whiner from germany, staring now at cement upbringing, hearts fold into seas without arms, as geese shiver for poland…

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers —That perches in the soul —And sings the tune without the words —And never stops — at all —And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —And sore must be the storm —That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm —I’ve heard it in the chillest land —And on the strangest Sea —Yet — never — in Extremity,It asked a crumb — of me. Hope is simply a thing that never…

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mel and mad celebrate a menage toi

like god sent to my cock! i worship at the altar of two friends gifted with the kiss to secure my shame of having to endorse signed with a captial G…. (happy birthday girls!!!!! — sia!)

j’adore toi freckled and immortal like an intent without an intent i gaze to my left only to offer my best cheek….

haunting with the mask like a whisp with a pucker she gazes as if intent with a blade to my door… j’adore toi….

No one will to hold but my chakra to posses we synced while they giggled and tom got possessed mike git to lay in bed while selena and taylor didn’t even know mel and tom got to laugh his fucking ass off as med stef selena and taylor made michael chamelon

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Critique of An Autobiography of Jesus Christ

A few points on a book alleged to be by Jesus Christ: One, we treat this book with respect and intelligence and come to it with an open mind, but must urge all of you to consider whether or not the book deserves Jesus’s name on it, or one that belongs to Tina Spalding. We don’t think that is too harsh of a critique, nor do we try to disguise who we are. We are Ananda, and just as we have come to…

even he got it

isolated in a trailer i fuck to myself and maybe a ghost that doesn’t help