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i am the melvis, but here is the real sharpshooter, the ambivalent unreviser, the black market moosecurrent:
bal TOOTH (1st installation/via artlock prison/autobiographael)
bal TOOTH is discredentially exported by the fundamental patience that goes hand in hand with the needless and headfirst, that is to say there can be no more tyranny in the extremes of melting cheese, on metal, this way or that. bal_TOOTH took out a mortgage to support the tampering of his cholesterol. bal TOOTH ACED the what-it-takes, in this case, a solemn version produced by the SHARP_ARTHROPOD, who just happens to lay there muted to stimulus after all these years even when pronged or harpooned in a vicious, by a vicious. no matter, bal TOOTH places a grain of pepper into the amplifier and when the voltage leaps out of his mouth and into the canyon that has since been relegated the duty of harnessing all types of power, metaphorical mostly, it turns its back on itself and judges that its existence as a canyon shall be no longer and dissolves into a drop of chromatic rayon sweat after concentrating, of course, which can push anything down a hill or two, and no matter what the setback it'll always challenge the black foam wall for this it doesn't mind and all of the trauma it may have exposed itself to and just goes on, with the grain of pepper waiting like a stubborn handicapped deer not wanting to cross the highway.
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