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canned unicorn meat

canned unicorn meat

A Poem by opossum


They keep feeding us.Food. Food. Food.Are you hungry? Hungry.Hungry. Hungry?Are you hungry?Are we hungry?are you Hungary?where is Hungary?What is it? ..
blue blood

blue blood

A Poem by opossum


Veins are the color of the sky;and the sea;and the sky reflecting in the sea.Hitler thought that he was send by God to cleanse the world of filth;And ..