A still and powdered ment -/ certain wisps wiley pitted, scripts dolled up like shiny metal workers.
the Lady sings me sad remembrance. the rev-
|||| urber||||||ations. walls, dining on our harmonics, painting our blood; morbid and comfortable, the grist hums along.
i can't remember how many November 1sts I wished for a time machine. or an alternate Halloween dimension.
Tales From the Hood
loves.
the Lady sings me sad remembrance. the rev-
|||| urber||||||ations. walls, dining on our harmonics, painting our blood; morbid and comfortable, the grist hums along.
i can't remember how many November 1sts I wished for a time machine. or an alternate Halloween dimension.
Tales From the Hood
loves.
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big ups to you.
That little puppet guy is like the only thing I remember from Tales from the Hood. and then I think there was a guy going crazy in some kind of solitary confinement or something too. huyup.