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Oh, how I long to be at rest And soar on high among the blest.

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NSFW Welfare Queen Abdication (De Praescientia Dei)

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Think I posted this irrelevant (but not) song on Thanksgiving 2 years ago, before I really knew you. Hope you're alright brother. Wish you hit me back before leaving. Me and my ex ghetto living missionary grandparents were ready to go to Philly for you. Still, fuck this cocksucker Conor.

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Gibs me money

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Feed me [612x408 - 63KB]

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Jesus can only come from your Heart

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If you don't make edgy art in rehab, you would just have to admit to being a boring alcoholic. [3468x4624 - 1.12MB]

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Tales from Rehab - by Theodore Kent - Theo's Shit Rag

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I took some time to help a friend move today.

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A Prayer for the Day

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CEO Alan Shaws winning train formula analysis

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Thomas Covenant, The Unbeliever. By Stephen Donaldson

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I would like to tell you about why I made the post about being Hungry

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Throwaway mental health exercise

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All That Matters in This Universe

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A morning Prayer

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Welcome.

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Take your pipe, filled with quality Afghan Poppy, and imbibe, while you listen to our house poets take you to transcendent realms with their words.

Should you feel so bold, feel free to pen a poem, or short story here, while you are under the beautiful duress of the midnight's oil.