Line Rider - beta

Ink StainThe poem is all too plain, but I Am intricately constructed, Octopus armed and lazy fingered, Some great mass growing greater, More spineless with each Inking. You ask, what is it called? And what is the point of it anyway?Ink Stain
The oceanographer researches, responds, States the purpose is immeasurable. I offer: One. Distraction, Two. Smoke screen, and Three. Mass confusion. But darling, I am nautilus, and My tentacles are Imaginary.
God gave me eight limbs: two arms, two legs, The rest, male, you can imagine, Two la
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Not thinking about tomorrow,
Because you were the same as me.
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Electric Sushi
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Not thinking about tomorrow,
Because you were the same as me.
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Electric Sushi
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Not thinking about tomorrow,
Because you were the same as me.
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Electric Sushi
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Not thinking about tomorrow,
Because you were the same as me.
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Not thinking about tomorrow,
Because you were the same as me.
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