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| I must seduce the VOLCANO. the magnetic magma pit. The condensed hellfire. The lonely candle-lights last exodus. | |
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| I’ve seen the mortician. His face was beaming with positivity. The dead are no longer on speaking terms. finally he can get some rest. | |
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| cinnamon poptarts. cinnamon poptarts. popamon sintarts. sinatart poppins. | |
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| REEESCRAAAAA. EEEEEGLABGRLARGBDLARLB | |
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| there are 3,984 demons in my eyeball | |
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