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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Illusions of eminence

In that swaggering stride, trousers hitched up over sweaty belly. There I have the usual mind to flick from one easy leach to another easy creature.

Fuck off, smiling cunt, you have more bricks up your arse than a rectally satisfied architect

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