Tazers
myths, stories, urban legends, history, and more similar tokens tell tazer tales to terrified terrestrials bound to go out to profess and testify.
and for what?
by God I know not
is it ironic coincidence since I was born as a snake in the wood?
I partake of the tree reluctantly anymore.
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rounds are for paper! or tin
round and round again
machine gun man hangs with Alice in chains, pops culture with art school girlfriends as the world decays with fluoride inspired acrylics on concrete walls where art is in prison freedom laundry on the corridor to spontaneous penmanship
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