Oh sweet world, how I loathe you, how I love you, how I look forward to a future where reams of fat hang off my body and my flesh sags. How I desire an endless marriage with someone who I wake up to and hate every morning. I'll look to the sky and wish for nuclear weapons, one final quaint entertainment before the end. We'll all gather on the
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Thanks paul Ive always said that nothing will let them see beauty in there eyes quite like an Nuclear cloud in the sky..
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