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Mr. Trippy Grape is not happy today. He's all too popular with the HR movement within he's orginization, thank God drum 'n bass soothes the harshest of atmospheres.
Perhaps today is a wake up call to ... er... wake up?
I breathe, I live, I masturbate and I live to breathe, that's all I seem to do lately. It's been eating my soul, I've been trying damn hard not to bother, but alas, my soul is tearing away at this harsh bitch.
Fucking drugs, they're get you sooner or later. Time's up little man. You little man, bigot!
Even masturbation is boring, my cock won't respond to my caressing hands. Have they become hard and cruel like a mechanic?
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