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Sleep is dead, the new King is dissapointment. The long brain, the soylent night. | Sleep is dead, the new King is dissapointment. The long brain, the soylent night. | ||
The future of now. The sick belly at work. The cascades of glitter and dirty foam. The sinister blow job. | The future of now. The sick belly at work. The cascades of glitter and dirty foam. The sinister blow job.The worn out couch that we call home. | ||
The now of soot, nausea floats in a sea of acid. | |||
Dribble against the scorn job. Black heart and a pile of hate meat. Sweaty mead in the leaves. Another grieves the beef chief. The smog of fog dust the call of the lost gross tokes. The after-choke. The bumble abode. Forget the future ever happened.
The future of soot, the off road breakdown. The silent scream that rips the soul out. The gloomy vendor of doubt. The parade of false meme flags. The death of sleep.
The permanant nausea. The black light beacon The omitted ozone. The science of disrespect. The neglected saints. The vaporized rain. The mummified remains of my sane.
Sleep is dead, the new King is dissapointment. The long brain, the soylent night.
The future of now. The sick belly at work. The cascades of glitter and dirty foam. The sinister blow job.The worn out couch that we call home.
The now of soot, nausea floats in a sea of acid.