spinning scatts
#1
Bug 
i may kin a mass of mice elf, making a mess of my cell, my self.
i arive rendering, ire ive ended, vie my dead renditions.
oncourse awe soursed encore souring, headless horsemen
main aim may name ney sayer stain walking centaur endorsments
every tee tiny, every es conceding
ever ached n ate shit like hayches?
phyche loans sigh clones cyclones
late to date you are
masculine yet marooned
runed in much mushie rue, hmmm?
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#2
Oh no you didn't!
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#3
oh yes i did... hypocrical maybe
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#4
I'm not being hypercritical today. I'm tired.
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#5
AMEN

it isnt is it?
isnt it isnt it?
it is isnt it?

so it is so be it
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#6
Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
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#7
genome, i got one of them faces. you'll find my sig on the side of milk cartons
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#8
I have the avatar and signature functions turned off. I was referring to your writing style.
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#9
do we sail an endless ocean alone on a rickety raft on a never to see land again tour or

do we smoke cheebah and forget our dreams thus rendering our true recolection of reality asunder

we do know each other... perhaps you took my queen right before i pawned her long lost relics
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#10
A homosexual can get a queen far better than me. I don't know anybody.
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