Exile(still in progress)

Limited edition pretty little succotash I don't need to fit in because I was Jack the ripper a mile back exiled Armageddon basted child with pretty little sixes I embraced the madness just to hit Cthulhu with a syllabus ...My mind is a living paradox distributing the smallpox and tearing down the barriers of fort Knox...i suffer from anxiety disgusted with all the zombies infesting American society..


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