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Backs Bleed

Posted on November 9th, 2015

Tempestuous titans roll along rivers reviling everything opposed to snot nosed, party posed mutants making each new day another way to service their own needs.

Backs bleed, dollars seed and states feed a twisting sea of Valerian root based herbal teas packed up and pouched by tiny hands sworn not to exist but casually missed under inspectors’ eyes done signed on invisible dotted lines.

Handshakes are baked into degree based wasteful indebtedness tossed upon a titanic term papered classless mess of cramming cash-strapped blight under funky Friday night lights in order to spitefully draw us up to worship at the feet of those tempestuous titans we all secretly long to be.

11/09/2015

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