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the reds! the reds! the reds are here!
you know nothing, you cant think above one.
tomatoes with fishes piss, but if not clear.
the flood is generating, the pain is on the dove.
you are an idiot, if you cant see the fun.
the smarts narcissists will call me christian bale
the idiots bastards will insist on getting on bail
the towels, the whites, the skins, the knives
all blending together, adoring the Blood.
the Blood, has the perfect colour, texture and feel
it floods, it warmths, we can still smoke.
---those are from 2008.
---needmakethatblogdunnohow.
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