our journey continues, and we wander like a braid, separate strands on a single journey, weaved together by the love of our brother, whom we see time and time again. i do not miss you, because you are everywhere i go cyote. always, forever.
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| found cyote in a car in a tree. roseville california |
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| bad move tour, stockton california |
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| found cyote at the black metal elitist spot in colton, california |
pigs in a bucket
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| the desolation of stockton. |
