Sunrise on God’s throne
Whispered wings of messengers
But I must climb down
About the Creator
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“How rich,” he thought with a grunt and twist of the mouth. “That an adderall-fueled teenager dictating the dragon mad libs of Star Wars to his mother as she huddled en cleric before a moniter, would jettison himself to such heights of ego and ‘success’ as to host this fartsicle tourney in humble service to the aspirations of the deluded masses of peasant thought.”
By Joshua Engstrom3 years ago in Fiction
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