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Post by thefleetsin on Jun 9, 2017 16:12:26 GMT
dorothy and the illuminated manuscripts
the fires had burned through out the winter as the days grew longer in the emerald city so it was now time to restock the warehouses with the pamphlets and holy books that kept these incestuous crooks in business for far too long.
as dorothy rounded the corner all she could think of was big black dong and how that old lady who lived in that shoe maybe couldn't manage money but she sure knew how to screw.
sjw 06/09/17 inspired at this very moment in time by rearranging priorities.
from the 'blasphemy series' of poems
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