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6 bloody mary's/2 cups of Rossi (Free verse) by Crakyamuni Play that toy like it was a twenty something toy or some
thing/ We are so fucking rampant and hopeless/ Let's dive
onto our feces and live to love it's stench/
Chances are you'll destroy colors
Chances are you'll destroy colors
Lets kill the puppies and make some color
It's all part of my mind
We'll destroy every fucking puppy and call it
peace of mind
Up the ladder:
Hidden
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I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU
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Posted: March 4, 2005 11:25 AM PST; Last modified: March 4, 2005 11:25 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.672192 Overall Rank: 12210 Comments:
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edpeterson @ 68.20.2.148
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4-Mar-05/11:36 AM
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I love the way you rhyme mind with mind. It is stench. very nice.
after 6 drinks and whatever else, yeah, why not?
Deliciously illiterate and incompetent. I have read better things on toilet walls.
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