Unspeakable parties on the rooftop

Designer chaos fills everyone's orifices with glitter. The insect logic of the morning bones. Now I'm breaking bread with the undead.

Medical rats with surgery claws watch out for their paws.

So all about down, and give three stumps to this experiment bacon wrapped kite in the Star-Spangled and 3/4 afterlife. You've got sick fuck bricks in your pie you need a really good alibi. Machines make frosting in a lost dumb Kingdom. I'm going to strum a inside out guitar I'm going to give everything to a bum and after that I'm going to go too far

Enjoying a series of gummies at the Unspeakable dance party. Dance party on a bloated throne, dance party but I'm all alone.