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STAY SICK KIDS.
Friday, 16 January 2009
Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.
I'd love to be a wolf.
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Going native
God loves you like he loved Jacob
My most precious possession
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That dirty one man band pussyshit.
We are beautiful
Like a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal
Even a man who is pure in heart and says his praye...
I walk like jayne mansfield
Shoot that poison arrow.
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