BELOW THE LEVEL OF THE SKY where Phil Donahue's buried, I whip out a candle with a skull carved into it. It's a dark night with no darkies in sight, so I'll whip out my live candle with all my might. by ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ

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Nov 2024

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ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ Simpang Bedok, Singapore

(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)

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