…I…d.o.n.t…h.a.v.e…a.n…a.t.t.i.t.u.d.e…
..::My complex thoughts consist o' the casual discust amoungst this once more indense furtile parasite planting. Seems 'pon my once held possition as ranked bitch in one such elite band dubbed Rebbles is t' be more appriciated, o' tis I who am o'er reacting as usual, my shrivled and poked gentle fraction cries out in pain, give them a chance, well, i suppose one last chance could be made, yet i have ceased t' find one worthy 'pon my claimage o' wild monstrositied ways, for I am none like the others, there's more t' me than any o' you know, including my shrivled heart. You cant catch me, for im the one and only true sin.::..
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…m.y…c.a.s.u.a.l…p.l.a.y…
..::Speckled hide stalks 'moungst the o'er grown debree, unshod flints bustle havock 'pon residing dust, swinging tassle remains swirling clouds with low attentive thoughts o' complexcimity. Flashing ebons cast scornful patranizing glare. Abiding limbs continue in propelling motion, blazing 'cross raw furtile growth, casualties remain in poses, laced thorns waiting for one worthy o' clipping such a delicate thorned rose, one has yet t' try, let alone try without blading 'self with intoxicating poisen.::..
..::The blade may penatrate the flesh, but the wound is deeper within.::..
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