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this is not high quality content. this is my acutal internal monologue.
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my companion is the blue breasted lady on the wall
with acrylic
cells and soul.
my composition?
a red lentil breakfast porridge wi..
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THEY WILL ALWAYS SINK
tonight i sleep with wailing sheep. a
plurality and fortress. an auditory ghoul
some mercury for a mass; mag..
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UNPURE
sweeter the dog in chains than
the
pearl on burgundy
cloth
under glass
and
pressure over
time and plow..
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