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Post by twistedangel on Mar 3, 2015 8:09:37 GMT -5
Words... oh how they fail me spining into infinity, how can one choose?
i see them, i read them jelously i see how real artists or those of inteligence pluck them reminding me always always, i'm fake
Words... oh how i have seen them dance gaily to the poets pipes angels of authors take me to heavenly vistas
how evil i must be smash them, force them enslave them to my bidding
Words, beautiful as those who wrote them Illuminated Bibles...Lindisfarne Freya, pagan, I am raiding, burning...destroyer of the most sacred
Words
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Mar 3, 2015 16:35:09 GMT -5
Post by fourtimefelon on Mar 3, 2015 16:35:09 GMT -5
I'm picking up what you're laying down. Niiiiiiice.
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