the gates of thanos are spread eagle wide. you let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes out of a blind mans pacaresque heart. A mass of gallon sloth, as flys have walls for feet. a rupturous verbatim, someone said but who is to know. iconoclast had it coming for years, they know the prisons that you have yet to fear...where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths, adlib your memories by casting a drought. \m/
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