Steadily upon the heart she treads, gradually softening and comforting it, slowly clearing the crimson of affection, What once was…
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Gosh, would it kill you to stop breathing on me! Oh, sorry about that folks, I’m in the electric eel…
When the moon hits the pie like a small, little guy, that’s Armand Stetson. Hey everybody, welcome to another semester…
i get my energy from the sun i get everything else from you smooth, mature, organic connection between roots grown…
Hey, it’s Armand, Armand Stetson. I’m not mad, I just thought we were on the same page. Here are the…