This shit I took today had the vibe of existing in a past life. I think it was placed on a trebuchet,then launched over the city walls of the unjust. A medieval spirit , it’s very essence stuck out of time like the tip of the turd stuck out of the water. A heat seeking shit missile.Chilling, waiting for a villain. Today’s shit had something in it’s heart..it longed to go ‘splat’ against a bad guy.
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