

Wethers and Well WornShe peers down Through the sunspots and sorrow At the faded X tattoo Stretched from knuckles to wrist. Wonders were the fortitude went After all those years, But banishes old thoughts With another shot of whiskey From a half-empty bottle.Wethers and Well Worn
The door creaks. He enters with loosened tie Casting a briefcase to the corner. She peers up Through drunken apology At his vague double image, Receives forgiveness from that Knowing smile And familiar chuckle. For he’s just as guilty Whispers the


we, the locustever-growing ever-breeding ever-swarming ever-feedingwe, the locust
construct destruction deconstruct and decompose stall production stop progression instill fear instill pain
green to red chaos upon chaos red to black twitch upon twitch twisting and turning fire upon smoke stoic and stolid slaughter upon rape
as a behemoth as a machine as diseased flesh is ripped apart as balance and equilibrium return
and you have amazing skills...
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I not the wizard.
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i liek caek
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i liek caek
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i liek caek
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now we're balloons (red, yellow and punctuated with green dots)
and therefore we shall fly together.
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i am so sure you weren't cropped yet.
to where?
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I'll die drowned by your standards
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i am so sure you weren't cropped yet.
...iceland.
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I'll die drowned by your standards
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