Sunday, September 16, 2012

Tough Buttons

Purple Marker Low odor chisel, wedged into the young girl's lungs, through the nose the eyes the nose. Smells good and good and good. It smells good like the heart, regal good in the pupil. Like a chisel feels. Good in the hand cold and cold and cold. Ridges on the mass-produced cap that hide the inky soft chisel sharp in its line. Its sharp sharp smelling line and the lines.

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