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the wacked is wicked; the wicked gets whacked.
13.10.07
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Ever sit there blankly and realize you're not sure if you are thinking about something or not?
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I want to be a caveman when i grow up
...
vendetta
archives
sing a song to me
poaching season
tragedy of the commons: whores
futures, dreams...
and it sucks more still..
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