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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-02-21 | | Gargantuan Gorgons may even nowadays be gorging themselves with gods’ glint. Their Greek grandiloquence gravitates above us, grotesque groundlings. They are so gorgeous. People, this was our guild. Me, I’m just expiating a worldly guilt. Gluttonous God sits golgothically on my shoulder and snatches all that has remained from my grit. His guidance has forgotten the golden mean to a heart. He has no knowing though I’m just a gleeman, not a vanguard guru and I don’t carry Grail in the gore he’s grinding deep down. But I feel as follows humanity would hate a walk-over. Eagle, don’t cry Fly away Fetch the grizzled Gorgons.
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