It's time,
Maybe mighty mountains make marble mushrooms melt meek monkeys
Over there is their
disgusting derelict decisive decisions
the result of hours of boorish brutish bastard boasts
all the nonsense they are against adding abhorred alterations attacked again accosting acute anterior alarms amid a mist all amount to acting atrocious with actions about altruism assholes
there we are again heaving hawing hulking hurtles heavy here and heavenward.
they stand by idly
as gross garish gods grasp greedily again, gaining grips that grope gyrating Geronimo's into the abyss
this is it, this is everything falling forever, like a forlorn forgotten fucker freakishly feeble and faking priceless feathers forgetting fake foremost forever.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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