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Mar 2014
regurgitation on soft corpses. looking like bloated, gaping, and soggy wounds. blue cords within molded casing. standing still with all that i am. laying limp like the coward you always have been. go on and lay in that tomb, what are you waiting for? luci is ready. don't be shy, say hello.
the lunar phase
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