Lickin’ them angels like they was popsicles

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My tongue slathers over the mystery and majesty of the flavour rod and all the particles in my mind brain go sweet freaking ka-boom because I never knew before just how salty sweet and fancy free the goddamn infinitude was. Well, now I know, and sweet buttery Jesus I’m gonna take that taste to my grave. And beyond. So freaking beyond.

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