The probability of a psycho quake is to quadrillion to one. Oh no here comes the break down... Time escaped my grasp twice before and it is liberated from my hands yet again. A circus life bringing my city streets to the ground. A final stand as I reach home, but the explosives go off. No time, haha no time anymore. Work ahead on a dusty road that is un prevailed to the end. A put off task, what more should I ask. Please, give me more.
The battery sinks to the lowest point of Tatarus and is forever mourned by me. A chance of a split crack of writing time might come my way... Might...
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Well, I'm not going to insult you..looking forward to seeing you and Sadie tomorrow up in the mountains! and I want to listen to you, after reading your stuff!
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