i dream of the very image every night
i wake up with my arms blindly grasping
'GMOS!' i shout.
but there is no one near.
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i wake up with my arms blindly grasping
'GMOS!' i shout.
but there is no one near.
Note To Self
hang bag of rotten flesh above shnurr's bed with comedy specatcles strapped to it.
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