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Post by thefleetsin on May 23, 2020 14:53:14 GMT
a twenty one hun salute
back in the day one didn't have the layered digital display to sway young minds into believing their deaths were worth deceiving future generations into retrieving extra curricular amounts of this or that abuse-able substance known long since to cause all manner of physical liabilities but what's a knee for if you can't be some nations lubed up whore imagining the endless possibilities of one day you operating the same thumb screws you were sold as a child on the pretense of never going too buck wild beyond the occasional wife beating or two after the liquor you consume has eaten away the last vestiges of any moral compass you dreamed of as a child before the complex went buck wild on your virgin mind.
sjw 05/23/2020 inspired at this very moment in time by the butter on the backside of the bread.
from the 'blitzkrieg series' of poems
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