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More in Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting for spacious skiesi am the phlegm --
the warm smooth vile taste of sickness cacked up, rolled on tongue and spit out like a liquid bolo. i am the philosophy of green salty gagging followed by vomit then the agony of dry heaves into a white porcelain heaven. Oh America, I am you. I am the dream. I am the fever before the fall. |
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