

Nemean LionI do not know that I was armed as they say. There were the arrows, I suppose; I would have needed something, anyway,Nemean Lion
with which I would have known the skin, tested the skin, found the skin for what the skin was made of.
I do not remember the club and the olive tree. I do not remember the texture of the crushed throat, the nebulous core of the fruit, unmanageable.
I do remember the skinning, I think, the tilt, the roughness of the claw against its own body. All on my own, I was a great liberator, a butcher
gleaning sparkles from a carcass,
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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"Love Has no expectations, only fear has expectaions"
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"I cast +5 Stamina on your mind hamster!"
You're name is catheter.
Urine.
:blink:
That is all.
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Blah, blah, blah. Me, me, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah, me, me, blah.
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[.anticloud.]
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I'm better than I was before but not as good as I'm gonna get.
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