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brooksisdead
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when living indoors for so ong..you forget what it feels like to be a starving parasite feeding off of the flesh of anything oy ucn get your filthy hands on.
goddamnit...i hate this feeling.
the streets await..but things get in the way..
personal attachments are preventing me from obtaining my filthiness.
i do not blame for this..i just cannot find a solution..
i miss the feeling of the dirt on my skin.
us peasants have never known the kings..nor their kingdoms..
for they fear our filth..
but us peasants..we relish this filth..
may the kings kingdoms crumble..
bleh..random poem.
advice?
goddamnit...i hate this feeling.
the streets await..but things get in the way..
personal attachments are preventing me from obtaining my filthiness.
i do not blame for this..i just cannot find a solution..
i miss the feeling of the dirt on my skin.
us peasants have never known the kings..nor their kingdoms..
for they fear our filth..
but us peasants..we relish this filth..
may the kings kingdoms crumble..
bleh..random poem.
advice?