There are times in which you wish to doubt the statistics and belive that you are something above/beloe/outside of the numbers and letters that make believe your heart. I have doubt that you are even capable of thought that concerns the sort of ideas that the "norm" never get a piece of. Your ugly eulogy is a fitting reminder of my days as an agressor. Your ugly eulogy goes down in time as a worn washed worthless filth frenzy of fornicature. Give it out and away and then lay down and die. A tear in my eye, a tear in your heart.
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I'm impressed that the elaborate turing test that is edentropy.blogspot.com was able to spell "proof" instead of "poof".
wtf.
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