"With my black rod breaker of destruction, I will descend from the heavens, piercing the sky as I dive into you, drilling a hole in you, witch. As you gush with guilty pleasure juice, I will stand over you, and with my fist, beat you, in the worst way." - Heartford
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Guidelines to Life
PoetryThe children only scatter and trip over the roots of the generation before. They know they need the sap, but do not know how to get it. Let me be the scalpel used to get such sap, and ween the children off of their ignorant feeling of misplacement.
