He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities burned to the waterline. At a crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind. What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.











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We're just two artists and we're having a good time...
having a good time...having a good time...
We're just two artists and we're having a good time...
Hey who invited Rattata!?
No one likes Rattata!
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Kiss with a fist is better then none.
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We're just two artists and we're having a good time...
having a good time...having a good time...
We're just two artists and we're having a good time...
Hey who invited Rattata!?
No one likes Rattata!
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Dead Squirrel Comics...You know you wanna click that. You know you wanna click that, click that.
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Angry blog: [link]
Twitter: [link]
My website : [link]
"I'm really hurt you said that, it's like my cat died."
- Random guy off The Apprentice.
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I put the FUN in dysFUNctional and the ROMANCE in necROMANCEr.
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I put the FUN in dysFUNctional and the ROMANCE in necROMANCEr.
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i patrzę w Twe oczy zmęczone jak moje
I co jest ze mną nie tak ze się boję o koniec ?
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