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| Nowhere to turn for help. All we really need is Love and Pain. The need is urgent, or a massage chair, God created Brookstone on the third day, my Father, the passion-maker. | |
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| Lord Jesus, you're not tired? Great! you can read me a bedtime story. | |
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the Bears of Central Florida invite you to join us.
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| Ling Ling Bathry you're twelve years old already, isn't a bedtime story a bit childish? How about unplanned weeping Radicalism or Something less alarming or something. | |
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| I don't like you're version of Mos Def's sweaty twenty-five cent racoon chair. Ah weee you're stretching my panties. | |
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People everywhere not talking. The sound.
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| Ride the horsie thats it. Black America here ye Come! The Final Four will start the Second Coming. I'm already here so what the Hell is everybody waitin' for. | |
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| Ooo, what's that? It's all angry like Gowey geneology. Lord Jesus I prefer HBO comedy and Making Love in the City like sewer harmonious rats. | |
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