PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS
No man should ever eat another man’s dirt.
Sometimes, its better to go home, pride wounded
Then, to end up neath the dirr
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS
No man should ever eat another man’s dirt.
Sometimes, its better to go home, pride wounded
Then, to end up neath the dirr
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