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[astro]

Just thought you'd like to know


:wally ;j

Whores in the barleycorn again!

Crepuscular!

[Reeder]

John Barleycorn must die.


*Takes another sip of his screwdriver*

[astro]

I run the marathon just up until the very last mile
If you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You’ve got gall you’ve got guile
To step to me I’m a rapophile
If you want to battle you’re in denial
Coming from uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile