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He lived he served cunt and then he died and then he came back to life to serve more cunt

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ME WHEN MY BIG DAY OFF BY TWRP

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Thinking about Havve. You’ve gotta wonder just how much, if any, he remembers of his past life. Does he remember his birthday? Does he remember what the sun felt on his skin, what about the rain? Does he remember songs his mom used to sing? I really like thinking about him being a living, breathing organic being at one point or another.

I wonder if sung can see his thoughts. Flashes of memories that he isn’t sure how they stayed with him. Feelings he shouldn’t have, a stuttering of his drum heart when he thinks of his home. Maybe sung knew him then too, was by his side for a lot of his life until his bitter death. Until his soul was crammed into this metal body, a body built for war and protection. Destruction and death.

I think too much about him. My own little idea of him and his past life is so important to me.

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Thinking about Havve. You’ve gotta wonder just how much, if any, he remembers of his past life. Does he remember his birthday? Does he remember what the sun felt on his skin, what about the rain? Does he remember songs his mom used to sing? I really like thinking about him being a living, breathing organic being at one point or another.

I wonder if sung can see his thoughts. Flashes of memories that he isn’t sure how they stayed with him. Feelings he shouldn’t have, a stuttering of his drum heart when he thinks of his home. Maybe sung knew him then too, was by his side for a lot of his life until his bitter death. Until his soul was crammed into this metal body, a body built for war and protection. Destruction and death.

I think too much about him. My own little idea of him and his past life is so important to me.

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Thinking about Havve. You’ve gotta wonder just how much, if any, he remembers of his past life. Does he remember his birthday? Does he remember what the sun felt on his skin, what about the rain? Does he remember songs his mom used to sing? I really like thinking about him being a living, breathing organic being at one point or another.

I wonder if sung can see his thoughts. Flashes of memories that he isn’t sure how they stayed with him. Feelings he shouldn’t have, a stuttering of his drum heart when he thinks of his home. Maybe sung knew him then too, was by his side for a lot of his life until his bitter death. Until his soul was crammed into this metal body, a body built for war and protection. Destruction and death.

I think too much about him. My own little idea of him and his past life is so important to me.

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Thinking about Havve. You’ve gotta wonder just how much, if any, he remembers of his past life. Does he remember his birthday? Does he remember what the sun felt on his skin, what about the rain? Does he remember songs his mom used to sing? I really like thinking about him being a living, breathing organic being at one point or another.

I wonder if sung can see his thoughts. Flashes of memories that he isn’t sure how they stayed with him. Feelings he shouldn’t have, a stuttering of his drum heart when he thinks of his home. Maybe sung knew him then too, was by his side for a lot of his life until his bitter death. Until his soul was crammed into this metal body, a body built for war and protection. Destruction and death.

I think too much about him. My own little idea of him and his past life is so important to me.

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Thinking about Havve. You’ve gotta wonder just how much, if any, he remembers of his past life. Does he remember his birthday? Does he remember what the sun felt on his skin, what about the rain? Does he remember songs his mom used to sing? I really like thinking about him being a living, breathing organic being at one point or another.

I wonder if sung can see his thoughts. Flashes of memories that he isn’t sure how they stayed with him. Feelings he shouldn’t have, a stuttering of his drum heart when he thinks of his home. Maybe sung knew him then too, was by his side for a lot of his life until his bitter death. Until his soul was crammed into this metal body, a body built for war and protection. Destruction and death.

I think too much about him. My own little idea of him and his past life is so important to me.

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Thinking about Havve. You’ve gotta wonder just how much, if any, he remembers of his past life. Does he remember his birthday? Does he remember what the sun felt on his skin, what about the rain? Does he remember songs his mom used to sing? I really like thinking about him being a living, breathing organic being at one point or another.

I wonder if sung can see his thoughts. Flashes of memories that he isn’t sure how they stayed with him. Feelings he shouldn’t have, a stuttering of his drum heart when he thinks of his home. Maybe sung knew him then too, was by his side for a lot of his life until his bitter death. Until his soul was crammed into this metal body, a body built for war and protection. Destruction and death.

I think too much about him. My own little idea of him and his past life is so important to me.

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Thinking about Havve. You’ve gotta wonder just how much, if any, he remembers of his past life. Does he remember his birthday? Does he remember what the sun felt on his skin, what about the rain? Does he remember songs his mom used to sing? I really like thinking about him being a living, breathing organic being at one point or another.

I wonder if sung can see his thoughts. Flashes of memories that he isn’t sure how they stayed with him. Feelings he shouldn’t have, a stuttering of his drum heart when he thinks of his home. Maybe sung knew him then too, was by his side for a lot of his life until his bitter death. Until his soul was crammed into this metal body, a body built for war and protection. Destruction and death.

I think too much about him. My own little idea of him and his past life is so important to me.

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Thinking about Havve. You’ve gotta wonder just how much, if any, he remembers of his past life. Does he remember his birthday? Does he remember what the sun felt on his skin, what about the rain? Does he remember songs his mom used to sing? I really like thinking about him being a living, breathing organic being at one point or another.

I wonder if sung can see his thoughts. Flashes of memories that he isn’t sure how they stayed with him. Feelings he shouldn’t have, a stuttering of his drum heart when he thinks of his home. Maybe sung knew him then too, was by his side for a lot of his life until his bitter death. Until his soul was crammed into this metal body, a body built for war and protection. Destruction and death.

I think too much about him. My own little idea of him and his past life is so important to me.

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Love this band sm it’s fucking awesome

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Sport in Europe. Edited by F. G. Aflalo. Illustration by Edmund Caldwell. 1901.

Internet Archive

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pondering the idea of lino printing a tshirt smth like this,,,,

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I present to you a beautiful mustelid bro, a lesser grison!

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what a waste of time! guess ill have to come back tomorrow

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what a waste of time! guess ill have to come back tomorrow

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