i couldn't tell you before but i can so tell you now: the stars reflecting off your wide eyes, dazzling, dancing glimmer. Several fleeting glimpses from your pupils to your amethyst rose bramble dress causing clouds to move. Such a radiance swirling the heavens caused the thunder of my heartbeat to monsoon, only your bouquet of jewelry keeping the stars aligned. Lipstick pursed to a chilled carafe, a ravine of Cognac runs through the perplexing thicket of your incandescent smile, my mouth a woodswoman building a cottage there.
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04-29-2013
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hehhee
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04-29-2013
There comes a time in every man's life when he must make a choice to call stompleb a pedophile over and over again. The moment is usually about 5 minutes after he finds out that stompleb fucks kids, like all the time, nonstop. It's a rare treat to see stompleb without his dick in a child, some claim it's only a myth and nobody has ever seen it but many still have faith that once in a great while when the planets align stompleb will go 5 minutes without molesting anyone.
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04-29-2013
Abounding ambivalence... the beat goes on.
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Codyking steveyos
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