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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
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More in Early Bytes: 1982-2003 I WriteI walk into your life though you don't know it. Here I am! Deflowering your children, killing them. Can you smell the fear as I fuck you, do you want to scream as I place that knife against your throat, as I tighten my grip. The rushes of fluids, as we cum, as you die. You are now just a stat, meaningless, a nobody. Will your life be a waste? You tell me. Write about it and let me know... © 1996, Mosquitobyte |
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