

Anemone, Aka Blank Verse IIIForsaken, why doth thou awaken though The world knows how you dyed from Adoniss Death? Sad Anemone, how can you stand? Your leaves are torn, your petals blood red death Earth is too thick and world too cold. Stand here, You though. Grow here. Continue to climb up, And up to a delightful, dawning day. What spirit do you hold that lights your way?Anemone, Aka Blank Verse III
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Are you out of your Vulcan mind?
Music is life. The end.
Auditory Wicked Epic Stationary Official Marching Ensemble (call us A.W.E.S.O.M.E, I guess)
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Then I went down into the basement where my friend, the maniac, busies himself with his electronic graffiti.
Finally his language touches me, because he talks to that part of us which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls. -West Rider Silver Bullet.
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if your right hand is causing you pain
cut it off.
new muse
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
im melting onto my keyboard. ahh heat.
but yes..still a mild sense of vengance. ohk maybe slightly more than mild. heh i like your stuff. :]
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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