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Harriet is not looking in the western shame today. Maybe another death week.

A brave, a brave, a brave in braces, being trained by erasers.

Tickle the twine and you rewind time through the fickle.

EdGE

Took a step back, she gazed her gaze of discontent. I'm worried it will happen tonight.

Who is alive? When do you call it death? You can find my body at the bottom of the nets. Living in this corpse, drown in it now. No nourishment keeps me loud. So I dismantle my phantom limbs, the evidence of humans as ornaments.
So I stab out yours' and everybody's shovel used to bury me. Stab at the wounds that mock me from years that have passed so deep. This stone is getting close, so I hear they're coming for the youngest ones. Repent. Dismantle. Holy WARdrobe.
Your sympathy is not needed in a time of crisis. Me and mean and mettle the queen. Stay on top, hit the higher note. Drop it in harder. Feed them their meat. Unearth this hump of truth left in the bottomless house. It touches the place that you dream of reaching. Stop this freight train. The stabbing pain in your sympathetic pose. You lost what you thought you lost but then won without losing. Lose.
Loss. Words in scrambles, scrabble headed junkie of the post war revolt. Rebels disguise the leaders intent. They lack the subjectivity to take the matter to the highest point so as the fact is created through the entire ongoing continuous race to become the ... ... ... ... ... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. ......

Geoffery Rusky is my real name in the bible, they told me so. You wouldn't lie to a demon would you? If you can't trust your own gut, punch it in the nuts.

Dim lights fade away into the descent we call dark. Who are the dark, and why do they steal our light? The balance of nature ends up with nothing. You've left your mark.

how are ya taday?

Jesus has risen, it's no surprise.
Even he would martyr his momma to ride to hell between those thighs.
If I gotta sin to see her again, I'm gonna lie, lie, lie
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike; she'll eat you alive.

hello cello

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They probably nuked me for the way I treated them in the first world war. Or the war of the world... or something like that, doesn't matter. I felt my skin twinge at the thought that my nukes had dropped. Why desperato, could you fung shui this carpet on that mad buggers wall.

Less I cruise, then I lost my quid with the factions on the carpet ride. Visceral. Mirrors in shapes that slide. My third eye.

Don't forget your photography lessons this time.
Lessons, ha, they just lessened me, burdened me, consumed my time.
New frame of mind. Just in time.

There is a bug flying around this room, but I can't see him.

Bastard.

Willy?

Jelly?

No

Jello?
Hello

Another afterbirth coming on. Disinfect the youth, or let them defect.