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Aug 28, 2005 10:08

"There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel,
punctuated by her decrepit prowl
she washed down the hatching gizzard soft as a mane of needles.
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged by combing her torso to a pile,
perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse,
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels..."
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