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Elegy For A Rat
He lived on nothing but Tiger Blood and Vermin Pellets in the company of two supreme Goddess Micey Whores. He wore outlandish pelts and conquered all forms of media. He mastered the art of soundbite and made bacchanalian orgiastic fenzy an art form like no other creature before him. He got away with murder. He [...]
