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tvättar ingenting själv men jag lägger
saker i skåpet eller hur
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jag läser tidningen på min mobil
ingen kan stoppa mig jag gör det när jag vill!
skrik-du peux vous nu
«stanna stannaaaaa när som helst»
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a $5 boomerang slew the morbs for free
lost my night vision in a bloody knife tussle
slipped on candle wax & woke up rich in
a fever dream with green blood, be
lazily headed west always via
remote legs, another’s legs not mine
försöka aldrig att rangordnar mountain goats vinylskivor utan tre veckors PTO
med snauses och thorium-232 firar vi allihopa!!!!
choisis: plus de cinquante paris risqués ou un cohérence
stay gold standard, boy
oh boy, these STILL are not FLEENS
risky risky risky risk risky career move planned 10 years out using raytracing & a crontab daily tarot deck
yogurt garage greets me with a yogurt-eating grin
dutchee times
what am i supposed to do with that knowledge? stepping down steps in the morning instead of stepping on mines
artificial intelligence can't fight your demons
i have a starcrash headache but am getting through
big red orbs to blue
on todo list 9, which has aliens on it
little leverage, little pains, tickly red candle undermining my gains
networking above, avalanche continuing below as usual.
mental landscape collage poetry
i wonder how Gort must feel falling asleep every night way out in the new moon fields
breadcrumbs for me, breadcrumbs for you, but only for me can i eat them you just trip on the breadcrump piles
he knows that my weakness is gin DUCK it's my seventh cockterl i cannae havbe anymire i cany
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🖅 e-brev: gem at wampa dot xyz