
The darkest black light I've ever seen. The moon turns to milk when the secret hour shines. A brittle blanket on a vast plain of frost. The talcum storm the midnight bubble. I let escapee kites lay in piles in my secret lair.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> People get maimed by people who claim to be patriots who say they are going it to bring freedom, But it's just the tyranny of those to work behind the scenes. And two pages ago I lost all my beliefs. The brine shrimp rebellion and the talcum summer hell kit. The golden whatever, the wisdom shrouded whatever. The bullet mullet mother fuckin merkin. The shadowy script in the dim beyond. I've got a tombstone hat and a stove top mind. Crows knock at the door, asking for more. More and more the crows implore.

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Spinning rare vinyl I'm bopping and twisting to obscure tracks and I'm not stopping I know what the law is. It's a ambient vomit ride, it's a warm cup of cyanide. The signature of bubbling doom, I'm on too much caffeine to be in any room. I'm drinking pure tomb juice so fuck all of you. Splinters in the dust, let's board the blue bus, and stretch right out of town. Dreams are now forbidden, so go ahead and fold while you do as your told.. Fuzzy pudding in a nubile kingdom. To get my poison merkin phone I did all that is known. I go to sleep now. Positive media in a cement tent, telling us sweet lies, fusing illusion with ear and eye. We give zero fucks about your greasy desires, or your salt vampires. Fuck you with three feet of freedom and a little wedge of cheese.
