Daily Roach: Mar. 25th
He was born in the mud, and so even in his castle - food-bound, sophisticated - he remembered the taste of dirt, the smell of earth, and that his ending would be the very same as his beginning.
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Daily Roach: Death is like a 3-winged bird; it doesn't fly. [what's this?]
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