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onward exit inside and out.



scattered and over analytical, giving and very selfishly hidden, a wanna be schizophrentic with more use as mule for a family of starving cannibals could now be and forever seize your under developed and cautiously safe poem schemed theatrics with heartless heckles and humiliating triumph carefully puzzled into who gives a shit charity tracks.

read between the speed of a falling guillotine and your wish for honest vulgarity in its now

poseable bi-product of boredom in bulky context for boistreous circus oddities in a love huttle scatter for pregnacy in plastic. keep tuned.