Goodbye. All. Creator. Vegetable. One, two, three. Apparently. Max. Berry. Blood-alchohol content. Epson. The state is mine. Proclivities. Want. Desire.
Epson
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Tracy Barbeque sauce. With a thought that could, am I under arrest? Salt. The Truth. Vinegar. I ain’t got nobody. Be half of your maker. “St...
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