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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. 





Revision as of 18:18, 19 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.