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@ 27.225 MHz: WallStones; In That Woods, A Mutant
A dark woods; he wrote
one poem. Thick, veiny tendrils
then seized and thrust him
into the drooling maul of
the huge carniverous plant.
Kyakuchuu
A dark woods; he wrote
one poem. Thick, veiny tendrils
then seized and thrust him
into the drooling maul of
the huge carniverous plant.
Kyakuchuu
Now this I can vibe with
So digging these scyfy hellscapes you're dishing out. Top notch stuff man.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Thank you. I take that as
Thank you. I take that as quite a compliment. Before I became a poet, I had wanted to write science fiction stories, horror stories, and murder mysteries. I guess some of that still lingers. Thanks again for commenting, I really appreciate your words.
Starwardist