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"We'll have more news after this word"

(As so it goes..)

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

[Aesop
In rhythm
Fed a bound by dilemma-debting vendetta
Escaped back to my apartment
Parked in the fan
And reminisce about the day I ran a mile your heart in my hand
'Tesants get the New York game
With real life action
Thug, vagrant, yuppie, and art
Free game piece all
I told this cat the was flat
He walked till his beard grew long enough to himself for being stupid
novelty
Spliced with that sixth odyssey
Godspeed Tequila future, be concerned
My feelings spread the land reporting avalanche sightings
While my side is flying cadavers on kite strings
never give, I'm juiced off ejection
I'm stubborn as a thousand born agains avoiding
From the to the sand
I bake the up for my pledge
To 'bay the traitor in the twice-forgotten that he bled
Not a stirred, it reaks of subway metal
Feather lecture chin on fish shenanigans
Recording with voices
to break room
Mummified manequins with future cleanse
And skeleton in
This a Malcom circus, got a ring of
Just big enough to shove my in a circle
I'm known to dip dusk in a broken city
Release the hounds and see one can tractor trail and serve you SUCKA!
I lay the law down upon its
With my dug in between the third and fourth disc
Yelling yourself!'
I'm the actualized data commission past tip jar donation
Been arranged, by the farfetch from stability
Took a heart pledge on
Bled onto the drum
Plow in the metronome,
Lone caddy corner to cock-eyed sound
Sensation'll leave stabbin away on stone tablets
To up out your future
I out the main spelunking unit with watered down sand
But have canceled developed, courtesy
of the free base
Home of the triplicate character
My sorta sideways tilt called blinker
It wander through ex-warrants steady bleed
With winter jacket
I rock a lid piece
A a bit to make my Wookie ends meet
Pacifist willing to step into a friend's beef if
Wing clipper, I compassionate
Where they whine on some 'Daddy's kill Ralphy' shit
Sucked the proverbial silver to the parents quit apparently
Parasol spinnin casually like 'I'm an artist, please laugh at me'
Ok, time to the fuck down
Side of the wobbly back to original form, pumpkin
You can catch the memoir in dimensions
The joy of life logic, don't employ the process
Hence, plight botches

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

4x
be the big
F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D,

"Possible" "Conceivable"
"Possible" "Conceivable"
"Possible" "Conceivable"
"Possible" "Conceivable"
"Possible" "Conceivable"
"Possible" "Conceivable"

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