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Post by thefleetsin on Jan 22, 2018 19:28:02 GMT
slamming a different indigenous billiard ball every week
eventually the pockets you use to gather in the sheaves will start to unravel as your clarion call to believe everything you're doing is justified by some ridiculous treaty the indigenous signed not be able to read the pig latin you've been using corralling up the sheep explaining that's not blood that's rising and you wont need your broken knees as you waddle around before us reciting yes sir massa please.
sjw 01/22/18 inspired at this very moment in time by why do you think we have all these guns.
from the 'blitzkrieg series' of poems
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