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Fluffy Shit


Seems like a tea party where the cat speaks latin and Alice is a whore

Magic mushrooms

Flying monkeys

None of that, we're not in Kansas anymore...

 

An egg fell off a wall, something about humping

And some lady ate her shoe

Why there even was a giant who lived on welfare while kids made bread.

 

Amused?

 

That's all this world really wants.

Nothing serious as that would mean one would have to care.

No.

No.

No.

Lets just stick our organs in and listen to and read

fluffy shit.

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