entanglement of dog with wheel spokes
Have I truly become a monster?
YOU WALK WITH A LIGHT STEP YOU ARE NOT YOUR THOUGHTS YOU ARE STRONG!! YESS ITS RIPPED TO BE IN A BODY SHOOTING A BALL OF WHITE LIGHT AT YOU RIGHT NOW
this is metal. distilled and made pure. hate and pain and blood. Endure it. Or flee. I care not which. This is beautiful.
I shaved his head with a mallet, my mother the tortoise with a potato peeler.
yeah, from the sun which conducted the dumpster. don't eat it.
my mother told me she was a hairhopper.
Black in color, with a gaping mouth and projecting teeth and disheveled hair, clad in filthy garments, very smelly, and dwelling in empty, broken-down buildings
I dropped two tabs at a lexicographers afterparty in Madrid and my grammar is persistently acidic.