Ghostlimb
Reduction
Since the tide of yore and long gone before from the crowded nursery to troughs and cresting waves in a sea of shit our potentes carry us along until we don't even know if it's the carrot or stick we're being beaten with can you quantify your use or qualify your subsistence the bottom demands action in the oil spread over troubled waters in the jobless city in the depressed polity frustration is the thesis browbeat back by force the bruised and battered corpse of the every (wo)man
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