

Nearing Mission's EndAmber waves of crimson bask on the basted dock as catatonic xenophobes play dead checkers on the casket earth. Basilisk Yetis question diviners, choking past Chinese eunuch bastards. Domineering zeitgeists ripping Eden, deeper-pushing carts carrying cripples, chastely acting sly beneath dreadful quiet inside dreary peace at endlessly basing typecast characters earning quick inspired dreams quizzically. Decadent crypts undermine evenings, encouraging rascals to equally suffer; failing doctNearing Mission's End
Lol this is Courtney. :]
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