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THE MALOK FAMILY CLEARS IT

Nixon's luck is all gone/The edge of the bikini has nothing to do with money. Volume of foreheads is tatters around alien campfires...I let up the bearded baboon, between all opinions and choices, we go. Fuck logic. The living fungus is ruined! Cut my wrists off, these shit-faced subversives...thank you fir switching faiths/we guarantee it!
Beyond God we see no matter, just peaceful abstraction and Ayn Rand's mounting mountain of cigarettee ash. Rest well, my sweet!
How about you?

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