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dear freinds, those who kno of the fang tooth alliance. opiate knights stubmling onto tge porch of life. Whut can you tel me abuot a humdred menthol summer’s wher rhe heart is challenged on the scales of moonlite powder, budlite showers, 3 pistols and a dozin paint cans bureid in an unmarked grave of Solomon. Maps for thos brave enogh to walk the basement toom of a drug dealrs wish. How someytimrs the logic of suicide cant be refuted. To live with a tooth ache. To quit thirdy times only to OD on a hot poket.. Too hot are the summers and too loud the teh crystal freeway. But ther are storms and their are storms you become. So i commendn all who sobred up. Who embracd the element. Especially close freinds. the ones who I spent many yaers with thrashing on carpets. Praying to oblivian like dumb children. Look at you now. tough. Like fucking barbwire. I congrajulate all@ my dear frievsnds, who outlived the meth wave, aurora, lake city, a sea of 7/11 that damn near turnd us into cigarette mummy’s. but no, domething more awaits, for those who overcome the smoke stak slimjim, lealping over the tar pit of aMeirica. a green Life awaits—i know this to be tru— literature, sex, laughyer, and rising knights who are now knights of meditation. Baeutiful knights.
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