AIR
Soft as a feather consort,
Quick, swift, the alacrity of the silent soft combination of nitrogen & oxygen,
As silent as mouse skittering across a tile floor, it slices through obstacles and infra-red light beams, premium million dollar security systems and hits a wall of uncomfortable darkness and putrid adulteration.
K calmly assessed the situation he was in. A gigantic tornado wall of graffiti stretched across his mind's imagination. How was he going to clean up this mess? He had nothing but a bucket and a towel. Barely enough to clean up half the wall. The wall crossed eons of mountains and
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wow. Fuck my life. I just fucking raged at a this jackass and i'm so bloody furious right now.
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