a toy raccoon finds a hole in the extra
Without Jesus I don’t think God recovers the password of every angel. I’m poor and I yell at people. Melancholy nonsense. It’s the blue comes inside the blue. A dove is bitten by a moth. A baby cries for a baby out. Language won’t tell you what to say. My cigarette has two dreams
plastic
and arthritis)
I eat until food touches food.
A real gun
should do more.
kingsoftrain 
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