Smoking tomorrow

[insidewalkinout]

There is no stopping. There is only the razor-sharp air piercing the tepid water. The land doth swell, the wind doth scream. Magma pours from the earth with an indivisible purpose, above half-baked bomb shelters with a year's supply of baked beans. Sit and warm yourself by the embers of stained magazines before the great metal jaws slam shut. My

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[leharlot]

I like this!

[insidewalkinout]

You guys are awesome.