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The sun bled infection Mother Nature wept at all this mess. they was all runts made of litter & was done away with each other before they seent they was one with each other & it bothered Father Time so he shot Big Brother & Little Sister down with his nine & god daughter blind saw the whole slaughter but thought the whole thing was pretty much black and white. Do away with em all, Charlotte. doused in scarlet charlatan- lifted inhibition her golden hearted harlot trickery speaks of defeat in victories; he lived in his liquor to prevent from feelin too sick with himself same reason he sticks himself with needles treating diseases no one but them can see & feeding to the need of the queen to keep the screams quiet for the night & keep the hive alive alright & thriving vibrant lest the fiends get violent & riot inside their minds. then there's a problem. but problems is made for solvin. zoom out, island of lost babies where they got Wilbur's head on a stake speaking zen the monster live within & we're just seeing in others a reflection of ourselves. breathe in, buddha. burn slow. move steady or lose your head.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
Love, Tarantula.
The sun bled infection Mother Nature wept at all this mess. they was all runts made of litter & was done away with each other before they seent they was one with each other & it bothered Father Time so he shot Big Brother & Little Sister down with his nine & god daughter blind saw the whole slaughter but thought the whole thing was pretty much black and white. Do away with em all, Charlotte. doused in scarlet charlatan- lifted inhibition her golden hearted harlot trickery speaks of defeat in victories; he lived in his liquor to prevent from feelin too sick with himself same reason he sticks himself with needles treating diseases no one but them can see & feeding to the need of the queen to keep the screams quiet for the night & keep the hive alive alright & thriving vibrant lest the fiends get violent & riot inside their minds. then there's a problem. but problems is made for solvin. zoom out, island of lost babies where they got Wilbur's head on a stake speaking zen the monster live within & we're just seeing in others a reflection of ourselves. breathe in, buddha. burn slow. move steady or lose your head.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
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