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A Jar Full of Fucking behind a Door.

I want to stuff myself with people, or eat them like peanuts.
Crackle, Pop, Pop!

I don't really care for any deep sea-diving. I just want a bleaching chemical so strong that upon oral consumption, it will offer me the right amount of strength to dance around blankly without thinking so much so of life, love, hearts, apologies, alphabets and etc.

AB.CARESS.DEFG.HI!JKLM.NO,YES.PQ.RESTRAIN.UV;
WX:
YOU.Z.