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an idea that sat in my head for a hot minute
no, there is no context (+ close-up under cut)
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WIFE UP.....WITH EACH OTHER.....DAN LESTER AND PHIL HOWELL........
I want to make you as big as a house with babies, then make you drench my face with hormone-laced girl cum. That's not weird, is it?
GOOD GOD WHY IS THAT SO HOT ???!
They´re coming to take me away,
Haha, they´re coming to take me away,
Ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I´ll be happy to see
Those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they´re coming to take me AWAY,
HA HAAAA
Oh dearie me I just saw this
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We knew the only one who had not forsaken us as the "Ruler of Time." She was the moment. She was every moment. She was the measure of a thousand winds and the sun and the moon. She was every second of joy, every moment of rage, every instant of longing, every minute of obsession. She was every flash of DELIRIUM. Those who wish to summon her spirit must play upon the strings of time, a theme of pure heart as whispered words drip from thy tongue: { O Shining Shade Of The Primordial One, heed my call. }
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He who now carries the burden of the past, present, and future. Seeds of stories, brought by the wind and cultivated by time. He sings to you now of the beauty of all things, seasons come and seasons go, yet the four winds keep their wings. Though the credit is his, for from his lyre rings, a story that would run cold, were it not for his strings. The true feelings of the prodigal son.
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fall is coming soon... that means it's time to obsess even more over the secret history and dead poets society. my time to shine.