tomr
Redshirt
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- Jan 4, 2014
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Dream Big Twig's Shimmer's reflect back through Jurassic gates, a vaulted escape from static green ice cream. Cracked and smashed his ass was flat now rounded by brick after reason or mind. His micro's won't pull to the sun's lost soul a toll for the next insect to erect his deck. A sift for quality more value for a chime, tap, swipe, a line, twig's process goes blind, relinquished to pool.