endmillenium sillies

poem — Noam


Endmillenium sillies: StarStarStar a President on a Saint’s Day StarStarStar Author: A. President <adulterer@powerbox.world> Topic: Saint’s Day Omen Era: origin of cruelty, endmillenium and late: ANAREA Body: Capito Voice-Code: <kdajsf32sdkj@jab.wpact.rfsr(degenerated) BroadcastInfoMovementOption-Etching-Dertitus: 999.999.999.1 Bound peoples! As a warlord of a host now bound like many in the deerpaths of the newly-nomadic, I do declare that I must rescue you and you from risk of being racketeered by Oughtcapture wheatpastes. It is known to my mind that malicious switchboard fuckers have finangled means to wear another’s face, and henceforth all navigators on today’s wild highways need be skeptical of the bodies in the jewelweb. Scholars should most diagnose as heresy:


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