I didn't cry over the death of any of my relatives or friends, even the ones I was really close to.
I wasn't even phased.
Originally posted by TheRapingDragon
The ability to lick the clit and the vagina and apply gentle pressure at the same time with one upward lick is something the small tongued of us can only dream about.
Originally posted by spreadNv
Got dibs on La Camp.
Oh right, Im not any good.
Got dibs on Pita.
I've only had one relative die but I didn't know her very well. I cried a little bit but not much. I used grieving as an excuse to not go to school the next day to play Paper Mario for the N64 when it was the ****.
post-dumps abstractly represent the existential nihilism that the song invokes in the listener with negative space, evoking the ephemeral nature of the mind - the journey of stepmania begins in hope yet soon becomes corroded into a dialectic of futility, leaving only a sense of dread and the unlikelihood of a new synthesis
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