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The Handcuff King

The Handcuff King Escape pays for now: suspend me upside down; lock glass and steel; fill fully; water flowing over. But if my escapes entertains, understand that it is my existence. I can handle building-size milk cans, Chinese water torture cells, underwater crates and being buried alive. Faced with flight or forced-fight, the choice is [...]

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2011, H, T

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hope takes a back seat to Fate

hope takes a back seat to Fate this bus, the first and last bus of the bus stop where I stop to catch the bus. you know it will be allright it needs to be, right? being is an extension of what is about to exist, of course, for the best. a window – well, [...]

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1998, H

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