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Wednesday, August 28, 2019

𖢒ힼ𖠶¤_.\𐌞⺫ᕯᄈᆃⰊᄈᆃᕯ⺫𐌞/._¤𖠶ힼ𖢒

he returned from distant shores to a town overrun with whores then promptly altered his small shop VD to treat and hairs to crop

𖠾Ħꖵፅ⌒ᕯ🝅шᚼ𒐍𐌎𒐍ᚼш🝅ᕯ⌒ፅꖵĦ𖠾
let us waltz this dance macabre as that band of bones loud plays; joy and smoke and fire-water power us through our last days

*Ꙭ⏕⛊𖢥🜉𐀷↱⺫º⅄º⺫↰𐀷🜉𖢥⛊⏕Ꙭ*

its meat-transport is OK, but this brain is made of hay

ꜛ⌒⺫ꗵ𐠔Ŧ𐀳.🝆\𐀤ï𐀤/🝆.𐀳Ŧ𐠔ꗵ⺫⌒ꜛ

he once treated over-thinking with long bouts of heavy drinking; all this but did was delay the many costs he must now pay

Ʊ𐀳ᚖº=._𒐍:𐌎𖣡𐌞𖣡𐌎:𒐍_.=ºᚖ𐀳Ʊ

listen to the 7th often - life’s rough edges it can soften!

.Θㄓꙮᛝ♅⺫𐂧ꗜ=¡ᛥ¡=ꗜ𐂧⺫♅ᛝꙮㄓΘ.

do come in the water’s fine bring along more shrimp and wine

Ĥ=⍾𐀳𝌸↱.𐂪ꜜ🜃₳Ϙ₳🜃ꜜ.𐂪↰𝌸𐀳⍾=Ĥ
caught up in a writing fever there was naught he’d not deliver