It starts when the flint scrapes the metal and its orphan sparks ignite nauseous gasses. Quite a mysterious miracle boiled down. Contained catastrophe licks errant hairs and invites them to unity. More and more fuel is consumed, faster than a whore turning cheap tricks on the corner. She'll glance this way, then that way, observing possible johns.
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why don't i ever see you on aim anymore?
i miss our witicism arguments.
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