I don't know what to put here.
I huff napalm and am a green horse. That's about it. My name is Sam also. I reckon i'm a chill dude maybe even a fUnNy GuY. History buff, Major hippy. Pure cowboy +1 Year of service actually, old account got hijacked.
Participated 2021 Honorbound Zatoichi Tourney

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Welcome to the Aesthetic Reckoning [www.geocities.ws]

Our song
I miss you Rachel, I really do, more than you will ever imagine.

Our song
The pursuit of happiness treks onward and time marches forward through these lands. Neither wait for anyone. And yet, I shall remain as I am. For I was born to wander. Like the shifting of the sands.
Good luck out there.

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I'm in my car, I'm high on decongestants and i'm driving anywhere.
I end up in a squalor little dive somewhere in Vegas, maybe Reno, maybe Tahoe, I don't know.

But there she is... I can't tell if she's human or 5th generation gynomorphic android. And I don't care.

She moves closer to me, at this range the downy hairs that trickle from her navel remind me of the fractal ferns produced by injecting dive water into and aqueous polymer solution, and I tell her so.

She looks into my eyes, "You have the glibness, superficial charm, grandiosity, lack of guilt, shallow feelings, impulsiveness and lack of realistic long term plans that excite me. Right now." she says, moving even closer.

I begin to kiss her but she turns her head away. "Don't good little boys that finish all their vegetables get dessert?" I ask "I can't kiss you, we're monozygotic replicants, we share 100% of our genetic material"

I open my shirt, exposing the vice that I had stuck in a waistband in my black jeans "How'd you get that thing?" she gasps, ogling its thick fiber reinforced plastic barrel and the Oozi Biotech logo embossed on the magazine which held two cartridges of gelated recombinant DNA. "I got it for Christmas, Do you have any last words before I scramble your chromosomes?" I say, taking aim. "Yes" she says "You first."
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I'm recording this, because this could be the last thing I'll ever say. The city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivion. A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire.

I'm not sorry, we had it coming.

A surge of white-hot atonement will be our wake up call.
Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream.
The bombs begin to fall and I'm rushing to meet my love.

Please remember me.

There is no more.

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