The folded cloth looked at me , it swore, I swear it swore. I t the heads are banged up and oh nthe fuck
the bastardfields and the peril. Ahg what the madness caN BE SYMPATHY ;YING WITHIN THE CHEWED, ONLY ONLY CHEWED.
Puke! Unrelenting puke '


In the selfened, interesting and exploitative all the same terrain.
What is what canterbury
To be is ntyo attwempting a thi9ng nobody knows but keep this up and in the end
In the end.
dagabodiac, sponioc