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Topic: Sixtysix Soma Ships
And there I was, foaming at the mouth of stuttering madness and incoherent mutterings of some hybrid gargoyle priest when it occured to me...blood isn't always red, you know. How many ways are there to count the roses left for the rotting corpes that waylay in the path of some romantic's broken throbbing heart that beats for some jazz tune being played quite out of key and useless to resist the noise. So there it was, bleeding ears and breaking hearts and lude gestures left for the maitre d'.
My mind awoke from a morphene induced coma and it breathes.
Posted by punksoup
at 9:21 AM CDT
