Mouthful of ink, brain-clouds on the brink of spilling, drowning in think. The villain, vowing to keep filling vowels with steam, thousand degree illin’, howitzer heat. Grimace, scowling, in deep feelings, astounding with speech.
^^Dope.
Damn good piece man. From the mouthful of ink section onward this was dope as fuck. The opener didn't really catch my attention but I'm glad I kept reading. Very nice.
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