Zerocipher
Eye am anti hero number one seven Japanese namme is Seikorin charlaxandroid Zerocipher writing this to quell mye anger eye was walking inside his boundary okay and searching in the trash for anything of value eye had just lifted out a notebook when he drove in to the area. Horror engulfed me when the words came dripping from the blood inside his mouth and he yelled at me to leave get away from there he said like to a dog but not a man and eye freaked and cursed his place of business and his face to his face and he doubled up his fists like he was profiling against gangsters coming but one old man with a bearded visage and over coat is not a threat at all he must want every scrap of paper in the trash to reach the dumpster so he can lock it away from needy hands. He had no real reason to be so angry and so eye snitched him out the policeman that guards the fort was sympathetic to the eye but trying to avoid a fight he suggested that eye walk around the back next time. A dog disgraced and losing face pushed to far from fire begins to hate the whole human race. He is a business man and that place belongs to him eye have lost something not just the trash cans offerings to eye. Eye have lost some of mye human rights. Intending to never set foot on that side of the world eye depart for safer ground. To retaliate with force would prove them right we fight with words not knives or guns or stones but bread makes life inside to twist and shout out words with which we fight to trounce the things that make the might the muscles and the brows and frowns and fists that smite and fight that hurt old poets and young men beginning to learn words with which to fight we learn to be the superhero kings the Zerocipher men.
Eye am anti hero number one seven Japanese namme is Seikorin charlaxandroid Zerocipher writing this to quell mye anger eye was walking inside his boundary okay and searching in the trash for anything of value eye had just lifted out a notebook when he drove in to the area. Horror engulfed me when the words came dripping from the blood inside his mouth and he yelled at me to leave get away from there he said like to a dog but not a man and eye freaked and cursed his place of business and his face to his face and he doubled up his fists like he was profiling against gangsters coming but one old man with a bearded visage and over coat is not a threat at all he must want every scrap of paper in the trash to reach the dumpster so he can lock it away from needy hands. He had no real reason to be so angry and so eye snitched him out the policeman that guards the fort was sympathetic to the eye but trying to avoid a fight he suggested that eye walk around the back next time. A dog disgraced and losing face pushed to far from fire begins to hate the whole human race. He is a business man and that place belongs to him eye have lost something not just the trash cans offerings to eye. Eye have lost some of mye human rights. Intending to never set foot on that side of the world eye depart for safer ground. To retaliate with force would prove them right we fight with words not knives or guns or stones but bread makes life inside to twist and shout out words with which we fight to trounce the things that make the might the muscles and the brows and frowns and fists that smite and fight that hurt old poets and young men beginning to learn words with which to fight we learn to be the superhero kings the Zerocipher men.
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