Under clouds of nebulae lay an organization so secret they could only be called Humanity on Planet Earth on a sun so remote nobody else ever found it
I'm awake but my skull's not,
gota
finish the heat of the coffee.

It's
alien: It's from Pluto...
And
Pluto doesn't even exist anymore.

Baby, the Son has died
for a while,
+ it was He who levied against these
waves of sleaze.

Hey, I'm reviving:
Consciousness comes
to those who
grind the coffee, and so goes the grinding of the sun
Debatable Intention
Deadmediawrithe
canadian
writer
Skull of Man"Kind"
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