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I'm reviving this thread because I'm listening to Obey right now and feel the need to shout to the world about how much this band fucking rocks! "Hey mouth around my cock. A gun against her head. Bang I blow her head off, and said: Hey baby! You look a little pale. Are you sick? And I have lipstick on my dick..."
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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