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carrion
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carry-on? sitting twidling my thumbs thinking of mysticism. to dress as egyptians as the golden dawn? or trust in crowley and his whiticism and scavenge mental carrion
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amy
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the woman lost hope that she would ever leave the racist hot farm where her time was completely naught, and her insides began to rot.
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Won't do no good to hold no seance What's gone is gone and you can't bring it back around Won't do no good to hold no searchlight You can't illuminate what time has anchored down Oh, Honey (I've gone a-) Oh, Honey (I've gone a-) Oh, Honey (I've gone away) Won't do no good to sing no love song No sound could simulate the presence of a man Won't do no good asking no questions Your divination should acquaint you with the plan Oh, Honey (I've gone a-) Oh, Honey (I've gone a-) Oh, Honey (I've gone away) My feet for you, boy, is decaying in front of me Like the carrion of a murdered prey And all I want is to save, you, honey Or the strength to walk away Won't do no good to go no distance The space between us is as boundless as the dark Won't do no good to throw no fist, babe You can't intimidate me back into your arms Oh, Honey (I've gone a-) Oh, Honey (I've gone a-) Oh, Honey (I've gone away) My feet for you, boy, is decaying in front of me Like the carrion of a murdered prey And all I want is to save you, honey Or the strength to walk away My feet for you, boy, is decaying in front of me Like the carrion of a murdered prey And all I want is to save you, honey Or the strength to walk away ~~fiona apple
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startfires
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it_seemed_like_a_good_idea
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silentbob
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carrion, carrion count the things that i done wrong.... - goldfinger
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The rotting decaying carcus that emits a putrid smell. Maggots and flies swarming and feeding through. Bloated and cooking in the hot sun. The crows push their way too. You come closer and almost hurl. The smell filling your nostrils. The skin sunken in between the ribs. Entrails spilling out onto the ground. The vultures peck and scwaubble. One more life is done.
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ghost363
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wow man, cheer up :) :) SMILE
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crow... corvus corone corone a smewhat bulkier frame than that of the common raven or house crow... grey coloured feathers at the breast a scavenger
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020729
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what's it to you?
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