Posers are choosers, trying harder posing mother fuckers twisted up into butter slicked back on bread and ate together, seether together boiled pot full of water, devoured sour by each and every coward, hour by hour, taking chances by the matter of factual, fractural understated contractual, dawn of the time anger was present in a peasent that wasent pleasent, pushing it to the limit, givin it to the gimic, the thought of power, is not what i want in the genre, but only in my fear to conquer over evil right here, and profile and pose, while im shootin like doom, not liable to hallicianate on shrooms because i dont take em but on medication supposedly got the devil on a hang up and hes waiting for a criminal tie in. thats posing
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