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that which corresponds to my fullest emotions. I fall and tremble bleed the rid and guts on the grid. I want to see you go down…rush upon the end of oxygen. I will stomp upon your filthy head. Good bye. No more, gone good bye till the end. This disease will swollow the bit of its hungry thirst. Divide what is slithering and follows.
Posted By Shana Mortensen On 03.20.2009 @ 1:43 am
