No, dear, you're in fact touchable just as I was in our accident. Dont be so proud you think you're immortal, girl. I. Love. You. I want you Upstairs after death. Bad. Let this be your catalyst:
PROVE! TO! ME! this finite existence is more XX-citing than eternal Seventh-Heaven... and I'll gitcha a pitcher-O-beer Upstairs, babe. No charge! Im buds withe Owner...
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No, dear, you're in fact touchable
just as I was in our accident.
Dont be so proud
you think you're immortal, girl.
I. Love. You.
I want you Upstairs after death.
Bad.
Let this be your catalyst:
wanna PEACE
of Me?
-Jesus
PROVE! TO! ME!
this finite existence
is more XX-citing
than eternal
Seventh-Heaven...
and I'll gitcha
a pitcher-O-beer
Upstairs, babe.
No charge!
Im buds withe Owner...
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