Riddled Sick - Poem by Joe Elmenhorst
Control just confirmed that there's a strong contaminant in the Main device it seems like the machine's not well but intoxicated on stimulation it seems like there's an agent of some kind of binary center producing commands saturated in friction. A Chitin draped wardrobe hands that work lifestyle trader of his self and virus rictus for you no more. We are castrated by the same binary methods and here we are sitting at the top or getting ran to the bottom, the feeder develop wings be sure to check the leftover meat cluster sucked into the night with moods and antics in the stratosphere.
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