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auntie matter
5
Myrna Minx
5
Evil Sugar
5
done
5
Jellybean of Thark
5
teh Lolbrarian
5
Rainy
5
Lincøln
5
Amby D
5
Indy
5
carry_me_Zaddy
3
Kristen Maddox
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Strange; I hadn't voted for your player photograph. I love the bunny eye.
Sparrows Fall cried of a dove while Mr. Toad was chanting of a hound. What is your opinion? Their black studio actually was terrifically enrapturing, their frightening dreams were arrogant. Suddenly Mr. Toad whispers. "My hound will swallow your dove, Sparrows Fall. This infuriated hound, a deluge of angry hounds can fantasize about a dove then, nurturingly swallow the dove. momentarily a hound may eat meat nevertheless within my fantasies I observe an appearance of intractable love in an enrapturing blue sphere or reflector. A hound is hungry. "Well whispered," cried Mr. Toad. "Nevertheless my dove can soar and wing. Have I made my point?"
Our black studio is motherfucking terrifying - the rapture is the hound and the dove, and the hunger is one and they pass it back and forth like children at the beach with a bright red ball, while their mother looks on from beneath a checked umbrella and the wind smells of brine and industry. There are hounds in the water, their tongues lolling, laughing, waiting for that red ball, chanting like hounds chant on the hunt. Until it changes hands and the dove hungers and with a thousand angels chanting peace and olive branches it crushes the hounds in two and swallows them and when the children are done they turn and see their mother's body floating facedown in the surf.
New favorite player!