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The stagnant policies of the elder priests versus the repulsive platitudes of Men with tits, Stuck between rock and roll and a hard place, until I twist within. keep hoping for the end times but everything morning I open my eyes, another new day has dragged my way. | The stagnant policies of the elder priests versus the repulsive platitudes of Men with tits, Stuck between rock and roll and a hard place, [[until I twist within]]. keep hoping for the end times but everything morning I open my eyes, another new day has dragged my way. | ||
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Burn outs lining up like lemmings. Go swimming into the electrolyte void. So a digital bug crawled into my mind, told me what to think and pressed 47 | Burn outs lining up like lemmings. Go swimming into the electrolyte void. So a digital bug crawled into my mind, told me what to think and pressed 47 batons so the batons wouldn't strike me. A mad rad ghost bone phone. | ||
Acre acorn wisdom pulse | |||
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Grim sacrament, we don't exist. Pickled crows hanging upside down. Manicured meadows crouch in the salty ground. Over night I grew a couple extra toes. I'm comfy in my shrouded binge. In a alley full of colored vapors I felt Shure I'd be sore the next day. On bone marrow wine I stay drunk all the time, it ain't no crime if you black out and vomit on children sometimes. Self surgery in some unknowing stranger's back yard. | |||
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We frolic about in the carpet kingdom wearing shirts made of salt. A drippy chasm and two muscle spasms, now I'm ready to go...Unlimited fuck piles are coming back in style. | |||
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Translucent tomes inflatable homes, it's all up in the here a now. fixed tricks, ugly bones, lets find a cough drop strong enough to make our hearts stop. My ringtone is a recording of Morse code rap by drooling midgets. Bone marrow cascades betwixt foaming dreams. Fingers poke at me in vaccine delerium. | |||
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[[Category: Bibliography of Mystery X]] | [[Category: Bibliography of Mystery X]] | ||
[[Category: The book about the book]] | [[Category: The book about the book]] | ||
The stagnant policies of the elder priests versus the repulsive platitudes of Men with tits, Stuck between rock and roll and a hard place, until I twist within. keep hoping for the end times but everything morning I open my eyes, another new day has dragged my way.

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Burn outs lining up like lemmings. Go swimming into the electrolyte void. So a digital bug crawled into my mind, told me what to think and pressed 47 batons so the batons wouldn't strike me. A mad rad ghost bone phone.
Acre acorn wisdom pulse

Grim sacrament, we don't exist. Pickled crows hanging upside down. Manicured meadows crouch in the salty ground. Over night I grew a couple extra toes. I'm comfy in my shrouded binge. In a alley full of colored vapors I felt Shure I'd be sore the next day. On bone marrow wine I stay drunk all the time, it ain't no crime if you black out and vomit on children sometimes. Self surgery in some unknowing stranger's back yard.
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We frolic about in the carpet kingdom wearing shirts made of salt. A drippy chasm and two muscle spasms, now I'm ready to go...Unlimited fuck piles are coming back in style.

Translucent tomes inflatable homes, it's all up in the here a now. fixed tricks, ugly bones, lets find a cough drop strong enough to make our hearts stop. My ringtone is a recording of Morse code rap by drooling midgets. Bone marrow cascades betwixt foaming dreams. Fingers poke at me in vaccine delerium.