Posted by Mike on 12/1/2006, 6:07 pm where wind howls and testament with array of christmas lights every some these mysteries buried so deep pops. all these rooms smell of bacon and is not exactly chemical, more like dead they notice the houseplants have been
72.95.49.193
everytime i yawn up from crib
some new family. they put you
to crush the believers beer cans
8 houses. and, so believing and whole
under commerce. everytime i yawn, a light
gunpowder and that weird factory smell that
flowers. when the dead walk through here
watered.
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