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I mean, I'm no v. superior solider, but my weak reach rarely o'erextends my (m)aim. To boot, these lost scouts (who bruise language, show me more about their bones than they should), idea-spitshiners, and moody musers fall victim to a beat surrender of the worst kind: a forsaking of the chance to Make New with every single go. Or to at least try. This is my waylaid acre: a soft square(ish) that's served me well (and made me great friends out of seekers who are big lovers). It has always been (and will be) a dustpan for lunch crumbs. But I'm truthy, and I know what I know. They don't know what they want. fell on 2006-10-28 at 11:07 a.m. |
hunting hi/lo neu!
Grishko & Co. - 2022-12-23
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