Wow, crap. The events of today just caught up with me and now I'm really dizzy. I can not even believe I did half that stuff without even batting an eye.
That was... Slick Joel. Slick.
It is now presenting its bill. I need to get some water before I pass out. Cheerioh.
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The Flying Ship
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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