

over the kitchen sinkwe\'re stuck in yesterday ringing our dishrag hands over the kitchen sink there goes another wish-wash dream mixed with the toxic waste of a generation goneover the kitchen sink
washed away in to an instance where an era stood on its tippy toes waiting to say g\'morning to another tomorrow
it\'s so quiet there with it\'s perfect purple dawn and the near notion of a lover wedged between our thighs
it\'s so mediocre there that the run of the mill didn\'t have the strength to run at all
it\'s so laid back there that the cops a
Marionette
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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get up... stay up
come back to me, my pet
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to love is to lose
and to lose is to die
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Oh! you do smell good.
maria
Just swinging by to give you a
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Sincerely,
Annika von Holdt
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