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For Now, She Watches
She has returned.
Beneath her gaze
our towers bloom and fall,
our
The Mad Splasher has emerged from retirement for one final reign of terror.
I'd probably just wait for someone to come out.
Somebody forgot to turn off Find My Umbrella.
For sale.
"At the height of breeding season, mature office towers release vast clouds of paper gametes into the prevailing winds."
A bold choice.
There's one in every family.
All he wanted was a little quiet alone time.
Worst drive-in I’ve ever seen.
Apparently the emergency is us.
I should have takem a video dammit. With the spinning lights and