Aeschylus
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Garou — 6 years ago(August 12, 2019 06:14 AM)
Your Vagisil-covered anus
is hurling up my nose
Ask which one of us is the sanest?
While your hedonism grows
-me
It's the chorus in a song I'm working on called Vagisil-covered anus.
Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being, and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin.
Schrodinger's Cat walks into a bar, and doesn't. 