Friday, January 13, 2012

Butterfly Extermination Comments

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The air hung thick with guilt and shame, like hot molasses it scolded my flesh, leaving a rotting stench, filling the lungs of by standers, whom have watched and seen these travisties play repeatedly, each pin pricked into a tender cusion of tissue and blood, poisoning the mainstream. Leading to infinite fatality.
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