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Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Shit now, Puke Later

Crying tears of urine, 

Me and my friends at the mall.

Me and uncle hubert and the Garlic Festival in Bamf.

What is life but a fleeting bowel movement, in the hearts of the rotting?



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