scrape my diseased flesh to the bone a feast for maggots i am poison, your walking wasteland ruin in my wake
© Michael Raven
shamanic word nomad
scrape my diseased flesh to the bone a feast for maggots i am poison, your walking wasteland ruin in my wake
© Michael Raven
Are you sifting through my thoughts again?!
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Are you sifting through MY thoughts again?!
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I wish I WAS. Much better there than here.
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Eh. My brain cavity is pretty cavernous. And there are giant spiders. With long, pointed fangs dripping poison.
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If you want me to leave, just say so… geez.
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Ludo… Sad…
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