Bull Daggers, Dykes, Plank Why Bother. She doesn't know me. Positive cruelness blames its chinks flowering in my mind. Coldly stupid nut.
Why bother my mind. Why is it here?
Drama value of a sickened pig.
Go. Flay your mother's ninja plunk,
Quote it here: My mind is a stick of fallow mental blaze.
Cluse. Cluse. Blue you.
I nailed bruce to a braille tlink. Quires suffer drama plume.
Stuck me in a night head. Poo is a boo for blue.
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