zombieshark

pushing on.. westward. come what may, at least we'll be mile high. baby.
now, gimme a taste of those sweet lips. if it do ya fine.
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i've become quite tired of being lame, and real fucking tired of fucking around,
and putting things off. got a mighty need suck it up, and throw down. beee-itch.
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yeah.. so, i don't sleep much. then i speak in tongues. horrid tongues. gwahahauuuuuargh. *clicks, beeps.. shorting circuits, and shooting sparks*
mayday. mayday. fire in the reactor bay. *destroys thine flesh at once*
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the eyes.. they burn, oh god. how they burn.