November 2011
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Legacy
Stamp the moon dust off your boots at the door you had the world funnelled into stacks boxed and yours for a sticky price ending ninety nine nine nine nine recurring hide the righteous bite and concentrate the cowardly sneer to be leveraged over dangerous down until it’s thick like leather and our teeth are blunted on the grass of the acid white field you’ll be treacherous...
Nov 24th
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Oop, hello ground it’s been a while you look well gritty and hard like I remember good old ground we’ve always got on right? me and you ground I promise I never forgot about you it’s why I thought we wouldn’t meet again alas here we are toe-to-toe hold on a sec my heels want to say hello oop, alright sky how you been? I just saw the floor and I’m...
Nov 8th
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