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Stone Pants Rabbit
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Join Date: May 2001
Location: In your distant memory
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Mar 6th, 2007, 01:57 PM
her sentence structure and psuedo poetic meter makes me want to
kill someone
barbed wire and garrote
drawing life from flesh
my sphincter tightens and relaxes
oops, I may have farted. the odor of fish
and unwashed socks wafts pasts my nostrils
and nauseates me..and excites me at the same time
I wonder of JFK liked the smell of his own farts
or Jesus
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