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Post by thefleetsin on Feb 9, 2018 23:15:09 GMT
the oil in the lamp of that genie you rode in on
petro-products are not what they used to be i mean just since the last century the cost of screwing business has reached the epic proportions of two sons and a possible grand daughter to ratchet up the slaughter we now consider the price of pursing happiness.
for the quality of callousness is indeed graded by a perpetual shallowness hidden between the shadows of the sizzling derelicts promising death to the electric heretics!
sjw 02/09/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the consuming passions.
from the 'binge series' of poems
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