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Neologos, allegro: the corpusculent embers of Dawn,where the seabirds are baking a thousand whirlwinds in their wingstornadoes of bird fueled madness,..
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A drunk; there it was. That night the frat house was crushedwith howling stupor, bodies thick like a Picasso painting,moon burnt eyes dripping with cr..
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her toes are webbed like spider's roses,cadillacs that bring her to the depths of the void within the pyromaniac's pomengranite,a parade of paradox, e..
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