or can we really go this low?
as it were
decades ur
inter
sally forth with the Molotovs
strew them wildly at approaching
toasting to New Year's and Old Fear's
a week late
not too late to check mate
buried up and dug down
subtle links and troop pouts
fever high, wick cut, ship sunk, rip jaw
gatling the fatling
accept our 21st sacrifice
with this rice, with this stick
burning in sense
hooves cannot dampen my spirits today
are there limits to regression
or can we really go this low?
as it were
decades ur
inter
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