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(As so it goes..)

"At I think I was here asleep...
Is it possible, conceivable that I out of my apartment
And berserk?"

[Aesop
In slipped
Fed a bound by dilemma-debting vendetta
Escaped briefly to my apartment
Parked in the fan
And reminisce about the day I ran a mile with heart in my hand
'Tesants get the New York home
With real life action
Thug, vagrant, yuppie, and art
Free piece all included
I told this cat the was flat
He walked his beard grew long enough to strangle himself for being stupid
novelty
Spliced with that sixth pack
Godspeed Tequila future, be concerned
My feelings across the land reporting avalanche sightings
While my introverted side is flying cadavers on strings
never give, I'm juiced off ejection
I'm stubborn as a thousand born avoiding questions
the alpha to the sand
I bake the up for my pledge
To 'bay the in the twice-forgotten favors that he bled
Not a creature stirred, it of subway metal
Feather journalist chin on fish shenanigans
Recording with voices
Benefit to room
manequins with future cleanse adamant
And in cabinet
a Malcom circus, got a ring of fire
Just big enough to shove my purpose in a
I'm known to dip dusk in a broken curfew
Release the and see which one can tractor trail and serve you SUCKA!
I lay the law down its belly
my foot dug in between the third and fourth disc
Yelling yourself!'
I'm the actualized data commission penny tip jar donation
Been arranged, made by the from stability
a heart pledge early on
Bled onto the doser
Plow in the metronome,
Lone caddy corner to sound booster
Sensation'll leave siesomgraph stabbin away on tablets
To sketch up out your
I drifted out the main spelunking unit with watered sand
But have developed, courtesy America
Land of the base
Home of the triplicate character
My sorta sideways called pinball blinker
It wander through ex-warrants steady bleed
With dilapadated jacket
I rock a crooked lid
A sweat a bit to my Wookie ends meet
Pacifist willing to step into a beef if needed
Wing clipper, I hierarch
Where they whine on some 'Daddy's kill Ralphy' shit
Sucked the proverbial spoon to the parents quit apparently
Parasol spinnin casually like 'I'm an artist, don't laugh at me'
Ok, to buckle the fuck down
Side of the wobbly system back to form, pumpkin
You can catch the memoir in several
The joy of life logic, employ the spite process
Hence, your botches

"I know what got into me
I didn't mean to cause all destruction
I'm sorry...so sorry"

4x
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F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D,

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"That I out of my apartment and went berzerk?"