

consecrationsleeping on coat hangers is the new cartography, maps on your lats fun scabs to pick in the morningconsecration
she dreamt they fed a rotted horse's head
to a great white in an open tank she dreamt of Hirst,
the Bargain Bin Piece of Ass, porno in her own right smells her cooking on hair and fingers
the hickory smoke of spread legs
cans of saliva and salt water blood on the waves.
perhaps the smell of their own cooked selves bring them together
they let me back in after being banned for like 2 years lol
but i would love to talk with you again cause i really miss your mind not to mention these amazing images so hit me up
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hell hath no fury like me wait one day and you will see
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fire thought... she'd really rather be water instead
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Cora.
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Without deviation progress is not possible. -Frank Zappa
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Without deviation progress is not possible. -Frank Zappa
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