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by savage
Rated: GC · Thesis · Other · #1294129
fuck fuck
I need a word document! And a bottle of wine please” the waiter did not budge. “Excuse me, I am trying to get your attention.” The waiter blinked not. “WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR FRENCH ASS PROBLEM?” the waiter giggled.
This is what it has come to. I cant cross a border without some prick telling me to go back. The only borders I am aware of are around diplomas and overpriced book slaughters. How can one resident

I don’t give a fuck; instead, I free write like diaries and might. I just might drink to my death, but you never know, you never knew, did you, any of you! Ha, now it pointless, how can I even look at mechanical words? Internet? > Intravenous? Introvaginalsexcual orgasms of masculine identity? Please, may I have some more? > Just a little, if I eat horseradish I give gnarly head, really gnarly. Like shredding gnarr gnarr status, you know. The lingo and the bingo. A-s-s! 3rdgraders, I don’t even know, I thought I was a rebel, a piece of shit at least. Nadad! No matter how I try., I cant even be a piece of shit. Instead, a status of singularity and conformity battle across landscapes of the imaginations., mountains and barbarians, wolves ripping throats and if our roll a 9 you could have a chance of being discovered for medical science. Oh the joy!
Please forgive me, I may go on, but that is the torture of that chair, isn’t it? Itscreams for you to sit. Not stand on, not fuck, not smoke, not hurt something else with. It’s not a hammer folks, lets stay in reality here. Column on, area man with freakishly large penis saved someone off of cliff. Throws chair in the process. Reality folks, its what we are here for.
Isn’t it? Or is it:? I don’t even know if it is anymore, questioning has gotten so boring, what with all the calculators I don’t use. No, I just find some way around the carcass in the road, the heap of steaming flesh/. Organic all right, you can never think otherwise. Really, you cant. No matter how many you shoot, brown black tan red yellow- oh- white! Any of them, all of them? No, wait. I thought those people weren’t, well. You know. Now you have me running around myself.
Around, the globe, around use wine. Wine wine. Wine .wine. it is always the grape, the apple. Uh oh, no you’ve done it. You might as well stop reading now… really, you haven’t? Don’t, do, it…………..
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