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surferxrosa

Published: Nov 21, 2003

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When I die will my
soul reach heaven? Or just the
ceiling - like soupsteam.

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soup is good food.

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moondrunk

May 28, 2009

Dismissed it the first read around
but realized that I was a stupid black dog for not saving this, so I did. Aptly named and executed well. More soup, plz

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