From caintv.com: Politics: Behold the ‘short-suit’ – The final nail in manhood’s coffin
They matter, first and foremost! They are the serene breath, and soulmates of us all. They should be treasured! The present smells so putrid, of death for future generations. A prison made from dreams gone sour, of concrete, steel and ugliness. The demigods and nymphs of old, have been replaced by meat, fit only for […]
My neighbour is the silent type. His lawn, it doth speak for him, mowed to sheer perfection, it frowns upon my weeds, that laze about without a care, and smell of sweet inaction.
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