the anorexic moon dreams i prefer a sphere
everyones meat lives in your melody buttons
bleh, airport bingo
the moon smells like a reason
racial hokey pokey
annie, your dishwasher thinks your
landscape trees are going thru a
teeth phase
u get a salted free pass
the moon must be koolaid
white liberal landscape
sorry cokehead has raisins for dessert
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