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Post by Alexandria Bouchelli Mozzarell on Sept 22, 2021 15:14:52 GMT -6
Beyond The Gates Of Elysium
I have been kissed by thee angel on my weeny I have been kissed by thee angel it is teeny
You left and the world was a dark brooding tundra like batman after his parents died You left and the world was a void devoid of voided voidness like Burnham after making inside
Dead.. hark they say by daylight but here I am a generator of light if you hook me I nary put up a fight but instead leave in the shadow of moonlight
can..i.. put my balls in your jaws? if I could my heart would soar
and yet I am the drawer with nary balls to show am I alone amongst imposters I must be sus and the vents are Elysium. my holy escape my holy escape my holy escape my holy escape my holy escape my holy escape my holy escape. Hark.
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Post by artolmaeus on Mar 9, 2022 15:38:31 GMT -6
they say when you need the answer, it will come in the right time....so with the final embers of a recent triggering of my psychositic ends, this is what I needed to final douse that ember with a right chuckle....aye, tis a good way of ye balls far from the wall me bucko
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