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Published: 2011-07-31 05:40:18 +0000 UTC; Views: 328; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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Description He's got a long way to run... beat him down.
God say's you're an after thought... give him props.
She's a jammer, a preposterous constagnic...
                                    fuck the horse carriage I need some... money.

You don't
        need th  at. you,don't hava   heart. Or a... noose.

Enough with the dickin around, swolled up hints against Nazareth never smelled so good. Smokin bug legs on spit, tickle my ass sweet bean, lemme get a flute solo, lemme get some baby food, Lemme pay bills... let me beat your knees with it's righteous, imbred, dickhanded, melodramatinisinicle, horse breathing, horse eating. Big dream talkers, kikes in palatable poses.

Make my day ponyboy...  
                    
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Comments: 1

neasatomosnihil [2011-08-02 03:37:25 +0000 UTC]

I saw a band called pony boy. They wore shirts with unicorns. They don't sleep on the beach anymore.

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