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Send these, the homeless, Shaycom-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the banished door.
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Thursday, July 22, 2004BANNED BOOKS! A Scriber's Menu of Debauched Dinners! ORDER NOW!!Cruising the streets to satisfy his taste for forbidden flesh. Midnight snacks that left him hungry for more…and more…and MORE! An unsettling tale of temptation and debauched hunger gone mad! The streets were a buffet of indulgence…and the menu full of alluring appetizers waiting to be eaten. Night... Sign in to see full entry. |
I'm a victim.
Give me your tired, your pathetic, your huddled offenders yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming blogs.
Send these, the homeless, Shaycom-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the banished door.
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