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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 battons so the batons wouldn't strike me. A mad rad ghost bone phone.  
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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Latest revision as of 08:03, 21 March 2023

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.