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Put your breasts back on...
I want an idea landfill.
I can’t wait until the Internet declares its independence. It reminds me of the future.
I don’t know a single band that’s experimental enough for me.
Am I overexisting, or am I overexisting?
I never say ‘they.’ I say ‘us’ or ‘we.
I love being in places that mean nothing to me.
I’m finally just an ‘as if.'
She’s a toxic bisexual wearing unstable flip-flops.
My personal really concise pussy is creating a very inner monologue that I’m not going to share with you as I become dynamic.
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