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A 3 point turn heading opposite ruins the direction first taken. Manipulative maniac! Remove the spark and power from your connections and you slip into thick darkness without props, from where you first came to the light collecting heads dangling on a political belt blood gushing to your temples with the excitement of ladders built with opponents ribs and maidens in your harem dancing to a dirge of stolen energy from ball-less ******** who catered to your swords sharp language. palpitating fear of adding their own heads, to your prized totem collection on rancid streets. Amen Amin. The power cut plunged the dark continent into an abyss of bottomless economy where the price of bread surpassed the goldmines and oil dynasties into deltas of doom. Even now the sword and sceptre intertwine to carve society into slabs of lean meat in the markets of the madness. Rise people rise! You do not carry shepherds hooks blessed with a question mark? do you? Quietly sharpen those question marks into spears of liberty. Start now. Author Notes The Revolution continues. Where are we? © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Power Plug
A 3 point turn heading opposite ruins the direction first taken. Manipulative maniac! Remove the spark and power from your connections and you slip into thick darkness without props, from where you first came to the light collecting heads dangling on a political belt blood gushing to your temples with the excitement of ladders built with opponents ribs and maidens in your harem dancing to a dirge of stolen energy from ball-less ******** who catered to your swords sharp language. palpitating fear of adding their own heads, to your prized totem collection on rancid streets. Amen Amin. The power cut plunged the dark continent into an abyss of bottomless economy where the price of bread surpassed the goldmines and oil dynasties into deltas of doom. Even now the sword and sceptre intertwine to carve society into slabs of lean meat in the markets of the madness. Rise people rise! You do not carry shepherds hooks blessed with a question mark? do you? Quietly sharpen those question marks into spears of liberty. Start now. Author Notes The Revolution continues. Where are we? © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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