The turnstiles of freak show galore turns away from reality.
A tornado of colored photos show casing a site never seen.
Twist & shout the dance of destructive life.
No goals to be played in this cluster fuck of a place.
Meaning, still searching for the meaning.
Asking "What does it all mean?" a reply only be heard through my own mind.












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"Ociffer, I swear to drunk Im not God!!!!!!"
Anonymous
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"The mind is like a parachute, it works better when it's open"
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To death we march, to the place unknown =3
it's all fun and games until someone called the cops
nanananana BatNat
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