black sails knifing through the pitchblende night away from the radioactive landmass madness from the silver-suited people searching out uncontaminated food and shelter on the shores no glowing metal on our ship of wood only free happy crazy people naked in the universe. if you smile at me you know i will understand cause that is something
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sorry if i'm coming off curt, i just don't recognize your username.
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