I must practice what I preach otherwise I breach the screetch on my leash. Lease the leach onto the beach. Metamorphizing the t.v. parasites that have entered my flesh, I remesh, my breath, for I must be the Heath, doctor, heal thyself.
Detox culture, the vulture, venture into the increased, inversed tormented tormentor who takes a sad song and makes it better. Mean beyond measure, but never cruel, this fool prince who embraces it's own ignorance, rules the moon kingdom inverting sindom into the healed scar syndrom.
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