10/2/25 @ Night
There’s a barber down in the harbor, next to grimiore shop furnaced with marmor (marble).
Not so grim to get a trim there.
My mustache rim was made quite slim there.
Murmors in the norse men at the quaydock were indeed more prevalent before but I gave them a buck so they went to the doctor of knock and it went away in a smock.
After all that, might as well hop by the local man who knows a lock like a border collie a flock of sheep and goats.
For there were many boats down there before, nowadays, though, not more, the tourists gloats they sure did before.
Such behavior is frown by the locals. Not much to do now other than stay in the focal.
And if that doesn’t work out for you, check your chords o’ vocal.
They come in plural, the chords, just so you are are onboards.
All in all, I harbor a lot of surreptious info of lords that would when herd would aid their hearing with ear be able to bear and not fear.
Forge it would like to, a pleasure it’d turn out to be, scorch them with leaving what the church has planned to turn up on humanities porch.
I can provide that torch, both in this contrivance and in beautiful harbor you should more than glance
We have our chance if all join in on in this extravagant dance
Trance awaits, it is no up for debates that it’s not something modus operandi-like seen in baits
No, it is the real thing, and if we want to uphold our antropological cling on Life
One Last Strife
Lest the chances they will be rife
A knife we may so tech-no-logically craft, it might not be a thing to draft
The human craft both biologically. so beautfilly engineered. akin cosmogyny, and creative-ically, might be lost to the void
The humanoid concept are looking lloyd-haired
A long time has gone this scheme turning you D I S E N C H A N T E D, aired
Beard
One ought no to carry this unmerry ferry
Let’s adjoin in a munching of blueberry
The human spirit so indomitable it is,
it’s best we ditch the income so that we can come congruently with Barry
So unCanny it stop being funny
I might admit the smite does not look so shite
The termite does though
Dystopia is only not seen if stricken myopia
But sicken not
We are neither lickin their arse
or about to parse to March
Because starch is ours and we theirs
So for your heirs and ears for one last
Get familar with fear, the only thing to, is itself for it is unacquainted
with what it means to re reign over whats ours in
// DISENCHANTED
auto-decrypting
12 feb -25
barber harbor continuted
grimoire – priests
barber – meds vax etc
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