on day fourteen of Galactic June behold the rise of claw and gate who left the womb upon a blood moon? what rough beast ripped open fate? life is like a box of rockets on polymarket, where you make your bet will it blow or hit sky water? you never know if it's hot or wet should I worry about James Franco? and the code for monster/child? on day twelve the 'Berg goes bingo! disclosure boners sure make them smile Yeats, my mate, we have an answer a wormhole, butthole, Grey named Lam prancing like a killer Unicorn born from a cut of Kosher ham O, dear God, a praying mantis from Atlantis will referee I'm no fan of Galactic showdowns but I'd like to get to day fifteen!
Author: Travis Mateer
I'm an artist and citizen journalist living and writing in Montana. You can contact me here: willskink at yahoo dot com
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