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brokenhal0 · 10-21-2019, 06:10 PM

A symmetric mummy joins with the intellect
able to live again in the obsidian mist of oblivion
animated with no saturated fat how fake is that
nuclear mechanic i gotta get out of here
radiation like superman nibiru solar flare

Sustained decay behaves
in miserable ways
a chest full of grenades set to delay
creation has changed
a driven cell?
In the barrel boils the mandatory message.
The software pulses!
memory caught a virus thus ends the perfection
A sore rhythm mends above wartime
The bathroom stocks the weapons.
i hang the old rags on cloth line
Each mountain matures in mystery before the northern front
A caveman solves a doubt on the day i see my death before it comes
slaves underneath the anarchy! fuck that novel garbage.
rank advice extends into meaningless honorable karmas.
When can such a star cluster face the raging bite?
when he musters enough courage to love the waking light

Battery beside the given biscuit
my aim was off i didn't mean to miss it
The pencil interrupts the irony
innocent victims say why silently
inside the lady smells the prayer
outside the well is bare but i can sell you air
im sure some are well aware
My spare items rest near a talented lung
A mob of zero suspects portraying the brush

10-21-2019, 06:10 PM	#1
brokenhal0 Senior Member Join Date: Jun 2013 Posts: 523 Battle Record: 12-12=4 Champed - AOWL Season IX Rep Power: 3891097	The Brush A symmetric mummy joins with the intellect able to live again in the obsidian mist of oblivion animated with no saturated fat how fake is that nuclear mechanic i gotta get out of here radiation like superman nibiru solar flare Sustained decay behaves in miserable ways a chest full of grenades set to delay creation has changed a driven cell? In the barrel boils the mandatory message. The software pulses! memory caught a virus thus ends the perfection A sore rhythm mends above wartime The bathroom stocks the weapons. i hang the old rags on cloth line Each mountain matures in mystery before the northern front A caveman solves a doubt on the day i see my death before it comes slaves underneath the anarchy! fuck that novel garbage. rank advice extends into meaningless honorable karmas. When can such a star cluster face the raging bite? when he musters enough courage to love the waking light Battery beside the given biscuit my aim was off i didn't mean to miss it The pencil interrupts the irony innocent victims say why silently inside the lady smells the prayer outside the well is bare but i can sell you air im sure some are well aware My spare items rest near a talented lung A mob of zero suspects portraying the brush Last edited by brokenhal0; 09-01-2022 at 08:42 AM.