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SEND THIS CROSS TO A BELOVED FRIEND'S PROFILE TO CAST OUT BABY FORESKIN SUCKING VAMPIRES
Чел сидит играет с хуйней даже не скрывая
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠄⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠄⠄⠄⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⠄⢺⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠄⠄⠄⠙⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠛⠛⠻⣿⡄⠄⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠄⠄⠁ 👁️ ⠄⢹⣿⡗⠄ 👁️ ⢄⡀⣾⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠘⠄⠄⠄⢀⡀⠄⣿⣿⣷⣤⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣧⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠄⣰⣿⡿⠟⠃⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡛⠿⢿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠈⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠻⠿⢛⣿⣿⠿⠂⠄⢹⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡐⠐⠄⠄⣠⣀⣀⣚⣯⣵⣶⠆⣰⠄⠞⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠄⠄⠈⠛⠿⠿⠿⣻⡏⢠⣿⣎⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠛⠄⠄⠄⠄⠙⣛⣿⣿⣵⣿⡿⢹⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
*squishes you under my boot*
玩得开心
Be happy
Have fun
triangular of four obsessed with itself
into two paths that travel to the brainless
broken lower log
worm water burned
key unlocked door
many books with their own scoundrels
at the bottom they caught their own scent
or whispering
where twelve whispered
newspaper from firewood
to your firewood idea
that idea is no longer paper
or just across the paper
across the macula of an unplayed scoundrel no longer wooden
the horse is untied he puts it on a hook
catching a creature twisted in a stupor
what does it do in an unwritten book
pain in the soul
smoking where a thousand would be shot
bathed in the sewer
children gathered
unkilled sunflowers shelled
smelly cats
rolled in circles of goblins
and squares into circles
under circles from the smell
from the cemetery unborn grave
devastated by zebras chewed up by the unsuspecting storks
in the mouth and nose
in the mouth of a donkey
in the hand I have
a bunch of seeds not of an apple
a leather gun case
from rubber to wood
to rubber from the bathroom
spilling goats
calm unrest with an addition
of ready-made slang peculiarity
cigarette