Forever and ever more plunging myself from the wasteland. Smearing fatigue through my nostrils. Leaguing myself . Leg after leg. It is treachary advance that is what it is. Benign treacherous venom spewing from the fountain of wounds. Hail wrath.
βChastity in semblance, locked in attendance at the time it arrived. I was only here for amusing derelicts, lend me afterwards stone me against the bridge.
