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Friday, 13 June 2008

Posted by K0R8Z at 6:13 pm

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Oh sand woes,

A contorted and twisted body is lifted from the old grave before you, it turns in mid air so your eyes lock in connection and you realise with fear that the carcass is your own.
 

Readers of the grand texts