WrigglingA Poem by Rich Horror Soup's on. What the hell's he building in there? We need to know, he's keeping the neighborhood up... all night long. It's a pot. For all of you. You're all meat for my stew. © 2008 Rich Horror |
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Added on October 26, 2008 Author
Rich HorrorArkham, MAAboutThis is my war face. I do vocals for a thrashcore band, Rampant Decay. The works on this profile are anything and everything not used for song lyrics. more..Writing
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