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your pig is blind you say?

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why not feed the art of folding the flesh and pushing the human envelope now you have feed as your pig lost all hunger, ergot ergot therefore the ailments fill me buckets dry and corrosive brown anti-alkaline while the hot dark aspects blend rather than the cold ones into the data when im between sleep and waking and fully conscious hive brain me envelope eternity what a big mess.

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she exist as bombs, but i recognised the same sharp creeping sinking doomed feeling of encroaching and unavoidable terror of her presence...

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describe the cold and heat for the shoveling of shit out the mouth of "yours" in the belly of theirs" if every vibration a kind of plane of its own making dirt a good disguise for travelling unimpeded in the dark alleyways (mug the guy who is visibly covered in his own faecal matter, dumbass) and its always going to be fake if you believe that to be so walking the eyes of the tentacle through and through.

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the coldness is indeed vibrations of cruelty but the intense heat is the heat of passions.

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here lies the power of mantra and repitition and ritual and of curses.

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