bitterness gnaws on my consciousness

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By lost the lonely dead

the plastic fruit centerpiece liquifies with the striking vanity of perfume, a grotesque malodor, sweetly brewed with malice, spite, and witchcraft’s vengeance. flowing gracefully in waves like small whiffs of gut wrenching vulgarity the submission communicated with the wickedness of that singular utterance. inciting an emotional eruption seething with rage and yet confused and lost mingling with an intensely profound sense of speechlessness. i stand there a moment disgusted, where is this paradigm leading? i never found out, i died

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October 7, 2006 05:19Loneliness is condescending

FREAKING HEACK WHAT IS A PARADIGM AND A MALODOR MALODORY OH MY MALODRY HOW HOW BE MY SWEET MALODRY WITH THAT ANGEL BLUE HAIR AND THY EYES OF THE SUN MALODORY MALODORY MY ANGEL MADIEN
i think a malody is a type of sickness or a bad sickness oh some sort that you cant get ride of I CAN SEE THE CEILING OH MANMANMAN

October 7, 2006 05:22lost the lonely dead

this is why you sound not drink that stuff