Music:crown me king- "tutankhaten bids adios casablanca"
copernicus regularly dined on foxgloves.
today's vitamin fatalism has been dealt with. as in snakes constrict, but goblins conscript. you can choke all you want, in the thinning air of the wounded space station. but i'm done shouting this brimstone from the black pulpit for the moment. today's sermon is more eminance & seraphim glories thrice uttered. i mean, i'm a dreadnaught of a boy. i spit canon balls that make yule brenner's pharoh jealous. basically able bodied sailors might as well be drowning. i can't tell if i'm more dangerous to myself or to the kent state educational system. why don't i drink until i figure it out.