It's like a tiny lttle instrument. I'm talking about my iPod touch again. Maybe it's just that new toy feeling, or all that advertising finally got to my head, or I'm already addicted to iPod touch.
Wrech to the pipe brick thumbs tap type.
I want a death bed blow job, until then plenty of green giants.
Calcium dot pineal gland constructor, scan for ESP.
Remote viewing simulcast various reality tunnels like tabs on a web browser.
There are moon bases on the dark side of the moon; the moon was once combined with earth, Tiamat, until our second sun Satan smashed shit up, binary system brown dwarf star style.
Now
I gotta go move some wooden shit.
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