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Iron Bars and Jerk-Off Jars in the Latest NewYear Style (the "Advent" of 2021 a.d.)

 

Un
equaled in
                the senses plentiful,

grass
             be
m o s t w a ys   browner on
       t  h  e
                                  otherside of the   scythe  (held
                                                      in the old,    dis'awkward manner.

That damned reaper of the damned, (go-
                           ing about in the damnedest of ways), you
could not help           but feel
                                               the glow of eXoneration blinding
                                       and snuffing out the most typical of perditions.

Mind      you        mind      yOur      manners     here.

To       make     a     faulted     impression     can     become    the    greatest    vanity   to    entertain,
                    that     of    my   own    saturation       and        broke'down     bridges,
              to             holy      upon      holy    compounded   daily,
always glowing the glint          of      Gold    (as     like       a   rainbow   of
                                           preprosterity
                                                        coming         from          the   happy    old    sun,
                                                                                                                       every    Sunday
                                                                                                              on  some   sunray    radiating
                                                                                         right   here,   in    the    Sunshine    State
                                                                            of bitter,   ( or, at least,
                                                             bittersweet ),
                                       Order      of        thee
                                                Day..........

  ~   O, give us the strength not to fuck it up Again ~


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2021jan1st,12:02amdankozakpoom'n'badpxtrr AAAAAAAAAAA
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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