Life’s true bruises are keener than the fake penis, laid out on a terrace of ill opportunity, set out to rot in the abyss of its own decay. There may eventually be something likened to prosecutorial bliss in a manner of self-atonement. As there can be no afterlife in an abyss, life’s true bruises are always keener.
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Life’s true bruises are keener than the fake penis, laid out on a terrace of ill opportunity, set out to rot in the abyss of its own decay. There may eventually be something likened to prosecutorial bliss in a manner of self-atonement. As there can be no afterlife in an abyss, life’s true bruises are always keener.
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