I know when you close your eyes the tentacular black monster of oblivion comes to gawk at your feebility. There you are, on your path of misery and broken bottles. This time, I’ll make sure heaven won’t pick up thte pieces.
Because the man at the end of the road. He’s got them now.
Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 8:12 PM UTC
I know when you close your eyes the tentacular black monster of oblivion comes to gawk at your feebility. There you are, on your path of misery and broken bottles. This time, I’ll make sure heaven won’t pick up thte pieces.
Because the man at the end of the road. He’s got them now.
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