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bleak and raw. the waters strip the fur from the creature as it floats through the ravine. a fly lands on a sardine sitting on a porch in portugal and the man swats it away with great ferocity. i'm outside watching the fireworks and the bleeding of my gums results in a splitting headache. gunshots are heard-- and voices are drowned by the whizzing of the train and the breathing of the dead ladies in the banquet hall. screeching armies make their way through the castle and the ****** is extraordinary-- and they become willing wives. and the offspring are plentiful. and the roses are vibrant and luscious in the spring sunset. but despite all this, i still sit in my chair and the walls bleed a pale yellow into my soul and endlessly endeavor to erase me for eternity.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
in an igloo on mars awaiting the solar eclipse
bleak and raw. the waters strip the fur from the creature as it floats through the ravine. a fly lands on a sardine sitting on a porch in portugal and the man swats it away with great ferocity. i'm outside watching the fireworks and the bleeding of my gums results in a splitting headache. gunshots are heard-- and voices are drowned by the whizzing of the train and the breathing of the dead ladies in the banquet hall. screeching armies make their way through the castle and the ****** is extraordinary-- and they become willing wives. and the offspring are plentiful. and the roses are vibrant and luscious in the spring sunset. but despite all this, i still sit in my chair and the walls bleed a pale yellow into my soul and endlessly endeavor to erase me for eternity.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
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