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elbow patches, sold to grasshoppers so that they can keep warm in the damper garage ports in Shoreditch. all the riches you bring to me, like..

you got off with it, the thing running around hoofin in public. and your hair like brown smoke, never even got mussed.

Romp with my head...

I escape the jungle room by eating my own head. no dancing allowed no child resembles a cloud. I am lost in a yellow meat, magic treat. Sh..

in order to be resurrected, you first need to be mourned

the alabaster retard that he is swooning on his own reflection in riverbed.

Top Shop Goth Stop Lip gloss, armageddon. I'm pretty good, been to the crunch (no tourists) you are chosen you and your friend. chosen for..