You’re lathered. My instrument. Leaves the bronze’ blood-stained
Regards, a jab. To your impotence. Praise the Gods.
Feng Shui
its crazy what a close read accomplishes. did not catch this on my first skim of this a few days back.. fun
And if Gods’ the Rapture?
I'm involved. In manners with Project Manhattan. A physicist
In a castle, with lit candles under a alias name. Courtesy.
The lightning blade.
Now slicing about an eighth of it's thalamus perfectly
welcome back
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Zack Wicks for president
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