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[faintlyfalling]

in any grand compaign seperatists sustain
the contrarian maintains their foothold
in the conglomerates stregnth

Only in a Sherman Simulator
will I burn this empire down

my fridge is a front porch
in winter
no boxcar kids got this
my hands are my mug cup goblet and more
i spit in your face

opulence is emptiness

i dare decree
bitter betters are know nothings
and distinguished acomplishments
are as grand as the paint
on my Pictish face and palms

a second hand or third to a salad of a man
and now we are all blue
like the sky like the water
like my eyes and dead double entendres