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you sound so far away, but you won’t. I’m coming home.

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Posted by gribnag - 7 days ago


its not a crime


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Posted by gribnag - 7 days ago


For goodness sake! Im not a man! I’m not even a boy! (Although I’d like to still think of myself as one)


Posted by gribnag - August 15th, 2021


When my hatred guides my heart, your art reminds me that there is another way


Posted by gribnag - July 24th, 2021


to see the world with new eyes. look into mine, see them, read them. know me.


Posted by gribnag - May 27th, 2021


does newgtruonds take appointsments


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Posted by gribnag - September 12th, 2020


My redemption


My vindication


My truth


This is my victory...


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Posted by gribnag - November 30th, 2019


SANDHYAS! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!


Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrection! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O rally! Phlenxty, O rally! To what lifelike thyne of the bird can be. Seek you somany matters. Haze sea east to Osseania. Here! Here! Tass, Patt, Staff, Woff, Havv, Bluvv and Rutter. The smog is lofting. And already the olduman’s olduman has godden up on othertimes to litanate the bonnamours. Sonne feine, somme feehn avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers’ aube? Thane yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have fused now orther. Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to dawn. The old breeding bradsted culminwillth of natures to Foyn MacHooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Temoram. Clogan slogan. Quake up, dim dusky, wook doom for husky! And let Billey Feghin be baallad out of his humuluation. Confindention to churchen. We have highest gratifications in announcing to pewtewr publikumst of pratician pratyusers, gen-ghis is ghoon for you.

A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.


The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh.