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The Clown Prince
Join Date: Apr 2013
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Oblivion, the directive to follow any light that gathered...
a sign of deliverance that came from the enrapture when it disappeared the squads rally ended in laughter wrapping the universe in a blanket of natural disasters in the depths of galaxies crushed into particle matter absorbing the source of life through a straw. reclining backwards. Staff Sergeant Reginald Masters. The 3rd generation in a line of heartless bastards... at a commanding height with a broad demanding stature silence overcame the groups. the troops were looped in hoopty hoops all I wanted for Christmas was a loopty loop
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