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Tin Can With a Wire Handle

from all identical to nothing identical many exceptions to no exceptions eventually deduced from the above all deductions being eventual that to have a spirit there must be suffering now for the latest in strong arm technology The U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics estimates that 13,013 food industry workers lost limbs or other body parts in 2002 or was that 1001 ha ha could make the butcher into a holy man a 19th century ideology will do that to you what this nation needs for butt certain is a political high colonic with legs akimbo he was from a long line of puzzle junkies the trailer trash intelligentsia bleeders dwarfs and lap dance assassins in from the cold but still shivering his autonomous mind shallow in a good way no you’re right that is not possible his recliner chair was his best friend growing old and senile and blind sitting for hours in the back yard thistle weeds growing up around his car seat the sun finally warmed his wondering body and chrome towing ball head run off the road from self examination wailing an alert outward in all directions setting fire to news vans pissing on reporters for keeping us blind and stupid the only thing not hypothetical is right now where they murder their own truth seekers because the truth belongs to no one yah they killed a lot of angels to get here sure as the jitney starts and stops but since the struggle is no longer for survival that should tell you something existence is apparently making a point it's a tin can with a wire handle God has mocked you a thousand times well ding dong mock him back and attain your victory through semiotics you know the imperial rhetorical more missing teeth every time seeing two objects because you got two eyes will work the hourglass to a standstill his bruised face was a horrifying presence basically I did it to make myself laugh utilizing the latest Child of Defiance plug in From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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M / Wine Country
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M / Wine Country
Published
Jul 14, 2023
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