burialgoods
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MUTUALLY ASSURED DESTRUCTION TIME
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sanwitch goes into vcr
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when your girl got your back
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Grover's mad quest to kill God (Complete Version)
23.04.202501:21
What if you could only speak 500 words a day?
19.04.202501:52
soul sharpening words
16.04.202502:02
Which beloved winter holiday character are you?
13.04.202509:16
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pop nihilists be like:
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الضباب قادم
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Once, I saw a guy on a bridge, about to jump
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lightless oubliette
09.04.202501:18
"Every word I speak is an oat I spill"
I repeat as I eat to ward off ill will.
Why then do my tears run into this grout?
Salting the sweet oats while filling me out.
The tastier the trough the worse it stales
Against nature my heart wants to rebel
Without good brothers who have earned their shares
Does this sweet cane make of you an Abel?
Will I know, unable to verbalize
Which muddy patch you'll lifeless to fertilize?
Yet, a life MUST end that mine might ascend
To size and shapes which the largest contend.
Destiny is a troubling swallow.
A stomach full never felt so hollow.
A mouthful never drew me to wallow
In such horrible fraternal sorrow.
I cannot bare your gaze, go on! Journey!
I'll wear a stone face, choking on your gurney.
Call out to me always if you so wish,
To the pig-faced glutton slurping next dish,
Loathing himself as your cause to perish
But never enough to share such delish.
I repeat as I eat to ward off ill will.
Why then do my tears run into this grout?
Salting the sweet oats while filling me out.
The tastier the trough the worse it stales
Against nature my heart wants to rebel
Without good brothers who have earned their shares
Does this sweet cane make of you an Abel?
Will I know, unable to verbalize
Which muddy patch you'll lifeless to fertilize?
Yet, a life MUST end that mine might ascend
To size and shapes which the largest contend.
Destiny is a troubling swallow.
A stomach full never felt so hollow.
A mouthful never drew me to wallow
In such horrible fraternal sorrow.
I cannot bare your gaze, go on! Journey!
I'll wear a stone face, choking on your gurney.
Call out to me always if you so wish,
To the pig-faced glutton slurping next dish,
Loathing himself as your cause to perish
But never enough to share such delish.
24.04.202503:25
The Sermon of Gold, Verses of the Technult
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Cookie monster gets sent to hell
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the glorious green hill I choose to die on
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Every Word I Speak is an Oat I Spill
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