Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Listen to them — children of the night. What music they make.
(
atomic A-bomb-a-nation,
Sun 5 Jan 2020, 1:10,
archived)
Hold my bazooka while I drink this blood
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cowcat Bituminous squeegee,
Sun 5 Jan 2020, 1:16,
archived)