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Peanut Butter Alcoholic


Peanut Butter Alcoholic A grain of salt, a deduction in capital, strewn on the plains like the skulls of Arapajo, grizzly bear, Jews, Japs, and rocking chairs Dank wells of chemicals woods full of timber prisons of immigrants who slept with your sisters And who really minds? if we all are saving! Why quibble and queef? about indigents slaving in structures collapsing that were not struck by planes Just dock those ships full of embroidered, posh, names Send me a snapchat fill up your tank gun to an empty skull drawing a blank Second Amendment first chance to strike! Go ahead take my guns, I’ll go fly a kite
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