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I've never read The Torah, but I'm reasonably sure it is a travel guide for a desert getaway. I've never dreamed of red headed priestesses who can move their hips like cement mixers. They probably have sharp teeth and slender fingers. I always thought that the cosmos would bend down to give me a dap. It still may. I'm full of dark and weird judgement. All for you. Sometimes the darkness wanes while the weirdness lingers.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Prologue To An Epitaph
I've never read The Torah, but I'm reasonably sure it is a travel guide for a desert getaway. I've never dreamed of red headed priestesses who can move their hips like cement mixers. They probably have sharp teeth and slender fingers. I always thought that the cosmos would bend down to give me a dap. It still may. I'm full of dark and weird judgement. All for you. Sometimes the darkness wanes while the weirdness lingers.
Atomic quatrain explosion. Kaboom. **** it English!
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
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