grass high
one pipe one lighter one marijuana bud one modern apartment (with tolerant managers) complete with hot water, high-speed internet, smouldering incense,
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End of days 3
Mr McKenzie was the first person I killed.
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A man's finest hour (take 1)
Tunnel vision the iron mask infront of his eyes the helmet snug on his head, 60 minutes of brutal work, constant running, knees ache, thighs ache, calves ache, hamstrings ache,
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quicksilver threads
Slowly, your words unravelled twisting around the stem of a vine to finally arrive at this place where sound coverged with the light in your eyes.
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Insanity arrives
Hm..
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Vapour
This unclouding of the mind takes many forms for Daphne, From a cherry tree to a cheap limousine, She chooses the usual routes, But its not unclouding, But a build up of vapour,
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Deathrow10:Mandarin battle royal1;Assassino A.H. Jr VS Ge'es B. Blackblaze
confusion of the man who claimed to be a Mandarin as he slapped Morski Pos’s face around.
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orchestrated voice
Rooms wander and converge with walls
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Prize
They hear the sounds of knuckles cracking, Belts unstrapping, And a cracking, Which causes earlobes to bleed, But please proceed, Because they're all ears and eyes, What a prize,
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The drunken ramblings of a bearded man
Staggered walk and squint vision it was clear he was at the point of no recolition, heavy smell of rum on his breath and his teeth stained brown, and as he turned round he mumbled,
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