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like benny profane @ the sailors' grave boot heels etch Hieroglyphic cuneiform on saw dusted floors, while blobs of mercury nailed to the bar drip down nauseatingly poetic accomplishing nothing proving even less.

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blake-bourland

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Published: Oct 12, 2013
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