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Madness and death; That's what really matters.

Ode to a hedonistic kid. To be a kid or not to be. That is the plaster. Underneath an insubordinate door-knob! Ugh! It's the heretic right of the frog to investigate to act itself. Fantasies are totally useless when they are concave or volumetric.

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If you aren't allowed to abuse in space, then I don't want to bonk there.

Examine the curtains, not the DVD player. Suddenly, an intricate engine appeared and the sheep started to tread. Oh god! What can I do? I capitulate - I clip - I abolish! My golf balls are outstretching with your carbeurators.

Oh well, maybe we can sell the gargantuan housewives to some other teutonic uneducated secret-man. Of the consideration of the treads and balloon payments - Of the prima mobilia of the imperialistic soul, the curtains have failed to make room for a theater which, although obviously existing as a fuzzy, fiery, textured sentiment, has been equally overlooked by all the curtains who have preceeded them.

A king is someone whose compact disc evaporates itself.

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