The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Swearing in a snowstorm

Goddamn fucking shit of cunt murdering buggerers. Obsessive farting thoughts stuck like stink in my half-arsed brain. Damned bastards of hell spawned perverts. Nose fucking morons.

No, this doesn't mean anything, really, fucktard.

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