Every time she speaks Insanity leeks, Her pop eyes, creek With that crooked look ... Read full text
the red the blue they all smell like p- - urple. One sick batter, heavy with fear and false solutions to contrived problems... (ignore them and LIVE)
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the red the blue they all smell like p- - urple. One sick batter, heavy with fear and false solutions to contrived problems... (ignore them and LIVE)