“Hell hath no fury like a woman who is done with your shit”
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An except from a poem written for a character with a bit of a problem in the “catastrophic obstinance” department. An icon floats in a
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Aim high, and be prepared to fall really fucking far Stars and a landscape and some deeply suspicious smoke form the background for this almost
A crowd gathers by ghostly yellow light in the hall of some ancient and enormous cathedral. The text “We danced and drank as the empire
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