The way of the macromae Dynasty

I'm on the river, floating in my thin boat. A endless ride, I'll ride until I die. Till the day of the day. Apples float in the river, scoop them up and eat them. And the fishing is always good. Pour salt on that chem trail. Eat that chem trail up with a spoon. Tonight there's gonna be a full moon. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

• Lets go universal cancer knit a tomb kit.

Go wrong answer! Go fire dancer!

Slim chance of getting out unhinged. I'm growing an exoskeletal you could never guess where I've been. Floating in a seething sea of pepto-bismal. Uncharted fondle mullet with twisted lips. Merkin minds like discarded tin foil pipes.

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No rituals leaves us sullen. Chewing on concepts, an inflatable dirge. Onyx kiss gelatin is chewing up everywhere weave been. An ugly truth waits for you beside that tuba. Mindless slime can stop on a dime. I pray for folks to stop praying its a toxic piss on what could have been spiritual bliss. The bear hug of the gods. The lights are brighter on the other side.