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| Black cloud mascarade, puppy dogs in closing caves, bongo beats in my eggs, tomorow i may eat bacon bits off a dead mooses legs. under arm twilight massages. | |
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| Death is like a dry sponge, in when you leave it in the sink, it soaks up last weeks cereal milk. | |
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| Damn, Staind is more uplifting than you are. | |
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| He looks like a fetus with it's whole head pierced. | |
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