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Popsicle. Music brain. Up on the radio. Open your gross place. uhhhhg, strait from the bubble of the yoyr mom, from huckle berry in the gay time with shuckles of guppies. This person is doing a hum. Little friend with your taste fart. Impatient. Kibbles. Lightning, homely forest your real dad forgot your toast bacon meddling human. No stopping hump the diet jump the ream of people unbutton the tata, greasy umbilical. Not the word sound like but the brain says to do it. I have lava in my butt. I love people with your name and face. Uptown i feel like a really happy grumpy pumpkin in the residue of meatloaf and forest tacos, laymen's give me your tits. Over the hills, I never seen that baby. I love killing apartments. I have moving drums, lung vision. Breathing comes quickly then quits. Blow up eye balls. Oh jelly nuggets. Fire on a train. Sheldone pooper/ kiss me you lovable crimp pansy, stains on the sheets, light lunch buddies, crease potatoes, license to stupid crap, stew in the breeze overpaid nice freak, soaker pose home sheman. Cries about a silver swerver nacho liver cremey sifilis. Grim SO, demon wheel book glover cleave land bummer secks darma