Hounds on the FairegroundsLook at me, finding dead things and bringing them back to life.Hounds on the Fairegrounds
See here, me taking that which has gathered dust off the couch and into these shaky teenage palms.
Blind, blind, blind, you arrogant status hounds.
You pack rat. You hoarder. You only covet that which I have salvaged from your attic simply because you cannot stand the notion that I can take even this, even this from you.
But this is not about conquest. This is not about the points or the swagger or the way plants reach for the sun. This is not abou
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ADVENTUM
GLORIFICUS
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