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[Aesop
Count for me...thanks

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[Aesop
Well any asshole with a book of matches can light a fresh
Make sucker burn for days, I'll be impressed
Circlin past the bigot, procreation baked in advanceable
Then and scurry up the grass to roll his marbles off the anthill
I gerth and nature but recognize absentee ballot
And sappy ballads couldn't the void
This in the giant Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No asking you to feel the narc, brother!)
Hmm, it's
I'll find my own bullies to a finger wrapped in
mine knives in divine justice
Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain crash
Brimstone clone with legs and dim
Ten Zen crafts
cooperate like paper dog participants litigans
Picket or ride or burner style clinic
with the basics
P-H to burn the malice martyrs spaceless
Then daytrips
I want to be the halo that jumps off the
Of the genius who decided some deserved frames
(God and I are on a first basis)
I call him God, he calls me Jesus
When I lost my religion, he to pieces
Blade, dragon, up creek
Interrupting a devil
Starfighter settling to
I my ghoul spirit concealed
the warriors return to the Coney Isle Wonder Wheel

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My momma told me there'd be days this
Days like this, days like this, like this (yes she did)

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Rock]
Okay, tell me who you with and I'll tell you who you are
I a mile with a leash attached to your freak seminar
It's a modern on the boulevard of maintenance
To your broken hopes under the rugs then hug the playpen
This revolution pushing through the loose pins and a strait
A maverick classed in a bunk
They had him parallel with a tattered glory
(I devil drink dreams out of thermos)
Yeah, with a whiskey
It's like, nine o'clock wake (I'm up) spit
My girl ties on my cape, smoke a then work my dental tree
The clear day's laced a classic mother nature thunderchaser set
That got my wings wet
Voyeurist lack expansive coverage in the syllabus
I dance shuckles while you man the keyhole grilling code
done my chores according to God's schedule
With coffee holding the wheel and nicotine the pedals
Metal edge kings tends to rapel the pebble
Kettle out the operetta
I live to autograph the iron curtain with feather pens
Spurting magma, cursing television urns to until my Cleopatra
(Major) dispersed slap on the wrist
For the tennants lacking the arms to harbor the rarity of friendship
Stuck a "Yes sir"
Change of to ankle
Each the angle
I'ma call home until the rock meets the

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