It could be luss, yet then again you never know

Come and go Mr. Fox, that's fair not so?

Would you like a poem impromptu, a decisive and dark lightning strike of a twisted mind? Sure, I'll oblige, for do you know I'm very deep now in the grip of an enchanted darkness.
She's a mirage, a wonder, yet beyond touch, slick and sly, oil and lies, and I-
The familiar alone. The door to winter. Dying grass, the scent of rot and snow, I know this old ghost, this towering dark that abides.
So there it is, sinuous chains, serpentine.

Vic you're supremely fucked up

Unto death raise the sword, the glittering promise. This ruinous shine is my life

Ultimate drunk

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