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on the side off the mall I found in night the alter of a drunk a stuff green frog wet cigar **** impaled his red throat and not enough empty liquor a straightened up cup four fifths with rain colored with **** long left us with his abyss he'll never get anywhere with worship like this but still there is a space like a secret maybe, does Neil Gaiman know about this
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
all we have our alters
on the side off the mall I found in night the alter of a drunk a stuff green frog wet cigar **** impaled his red throat and not enough empty liquor a straightened up cup four fifths with rain colored with **** long left us with his abyss he'll never get anywhere with worship like this but still there is a space like a secret maybe, does Neil Gaiman know about this
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
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