Category: Hot Lava Sprinkles
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HOW MANY TIMES CAN WE SAY GOODBYE.
the black hand of death creeps across my neck and I welcome him. I havent seen you in so long.
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the final love poem
the people have forgotten god they are being raised by robots and fed poisonous chemicalswhile entertained by idiotic mind control that numbsthe emotions and stupefies the intellect. the farmlands have been usurped by corporationsthe oceans are filled with plasticthe land is slathered with wastethe birds and fish are disappearingthe animals all face extinction there are…