Finished but the editing. -Aick
keep the organics separate, in a tin box moving day changing all the locks hover by the dumpsters for the manna from rich cocks everything fair game but underwear and socks cut you soon as see you wanna be traced in chalk?
Oh Moon please hear my fondest wish turn my earring into a microwave dish: I'd aim it at the Pamir Knot if I were made into a robot! ...
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