sitting around at home
I wonder if my hypocrittered bones will ever race into the soil, always needing of nourishment.
So it goes, said kurt v.
And most assuredly they shall.
Its
The thought of the diseased way of life they held this and any contemporary body up to standards, well I wish they would slow the decompositional role, if not for me for the children.
There is nothing laughing about these brooklyned bones, an estimated 17 million gallons of oil product burried and left for dead. Toxic tremors. Certainly it is a clockwork and a horror show how oil companies have left 11 million or so of it out of sight and out of our sinking middle to working class minds.
you can see some grass roots muck raking on vbs.tv
I think its called Toxic Brooklyn.
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