Tender Bust why are you there?
I think weve met... can we speak...
speak of war, space and time, is it a fester of spunk
perched on the face of society. less we are able to concieve.
Should we choose to stop ignoring the truth.
We live and breath the poisons we have made.
No matter of politics any more?
but the foul stench of cadavars will build.
And the last of this dying breed will be wiped.
Only to give way to a new creature.
a well formed creature.
one set on dominance.
we live and breath our poisons.
but they choose our paths.
make you who you are.
can you live without it?
if not
is it really what you want?
whats a couple years off yours?
deviant i am not.
but you have choosen your own poison.










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