By: JackbootWhimsy on walking the witchery way my gait coyote and glottal stops to turn the world wrong my words …

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By: JackbootWhimsy lips spoke and just when they dragged out a muerto who drowned his very lungs in handfuls of …

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By: JackbootWhimsy The whine of every wheel sounded dead seventy-five towards freedom, being truly tiny thirty yards from the Forty …

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By: JackbootWhimsy here: un sing this impossible sanction season sanctioned winter rationed frost the action of stir and wind the …

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