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this couch sucks

We sit alone in our own little class we dream of making love to small dying and alluring animals. " my favorite is the chipmunk" for when i see little chippy he makes me tingle like a can of pringle and somewhat fattening like chris cringle. down the chibney up my ass the large man brings dan the bass. whle the small child known as dave sits alone and cries in a rave. Techno blured within the past i JUST FOUND A RAZOR BLADE SHOVED IN MY ASS. Hemroids dangle seasons change children die life goes on. a bridge falls small animals die small children cry no more liquidating the couch sucks. the tripod tries to stand on its own. no getting around it the couch still blows.... END

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