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Oct 14, 2004 22:13

Dont test me..Im overstruck with lost unmentionables that descide not to be lost. The mind had no willfull part in this little tap dance..Sick mother fucker. Im talking to you, me. I know you as well as you know I and I know where the tips of my fingers end and the edges of my teeth begin. Starting to scare you yet? I will clinch my fists and rage..Are you scared yet!? You will be fucked.period.
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