The blades of the fan slowly spin
a arrow breakes through the glass and pireces the exuberent shineing sunlight.
the shock of the broken glass catches the attention of the crouded room
the arow but nickes your ear and yet the poision is in you
in you it grows into your demise
yes you drem of the happy death, it is the color pink in your mind.
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You hear a seagul... it sounds like its head is being taken back and forth past the brakeing point, and sqoking as if it were going to die, but it kept squalking...
NOW YOU HAVE ENTERED!
this is my territory, so pull up your inch long golf cleats and ride off on a plastic carrot because "it be time" to begin!
"i think this is one of the best quotes i've ever made"-Kurt Prins _____________________________________________________________
NOW YOU HAVE ENTERED!
this is my territory, so pull up your inch long golf cleats and ride off on a plastic carrot because "it be time" to begin!
"i think this is one of the best quotes i've ever made"-Kurt Prins _____________________________________________________________
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