Henry Fork who smuggles

only mobs will smuggle

Lightless Part 1

WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO BURN, YOU MUST CREATE. W CORPS 2060.

Pigeon religion

Pigeons have a religion;
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To Pen a Poem

To pen a poem is to sing a song. words take flight and soar carrying aloft, enchanting thoughts to soothe the weary soul. Transporting others - from their troubles shifting gloom,

Cats Called Charlie ( Part 3)

Charles 4th....Ahh

Sitting Here...

Love erases everything
Cherry

sitting on my fathers shoulders

Sitting on my father’s shoulders; Smiling oh so secretly, Watching leaves curl up the roadside, feeling the soothing southern breeze. I felt content upon those shoulders,

temptation

beyond the window sits a door upon whose handle I adore a keyhole glittering set in gold through which are riches yet untold I bow my head and cry out loud through the glass my foot has plowed

distressing leather

they’ve been at it in the basement down below for days now screaming & whipping moaning & suffocating pushing the limits of what they call human sexuo-fetisho-sado-masochistic madness

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