Why
isn't it raining on your candle?
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TheSundaeLunch I'm a fucking shrub, alright?,
Tue 6 Jul 2010, 15:21,
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Because the fire is akin to that of my loins
Unquenchable, desperate, passionate and urgent. It is the heat from which is composed beauty, song, dance, and those little fluffy gonks with googly eyes you get in service stations.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Tue 6 Jul 2010, 15:23,
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You should be a writer
That was beautiful. *sobs*
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TheSundaeLunch I'm a fucking shrub, alright?,
Tue 6 Jul 2010, 15:25,
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oooh
now this is the photo that proper shit me up when I was little
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emvee cruor deo cruoris,
Tue 6 Jul 2010, 15:24,
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