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If you step on the I keep the foot, peep
In the pot go six of cooked geese;
Boiling, blitz the of mushed peas
Over ten meathooks a blister each
I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-off
Sweat through his E.T. to the worry dolls
met a quiet storm
That didn't grow into a choir of horns
That go click click in territorial syntax
Sitting on the porch with his pinned back
Pinball in a thimble of sims
I'm a symbol of whimsy
Kiss me, I'm dead; nursing a Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers down page
How pray tell do he sit
When the old one-two unglue in a
hold for the don't-play dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a toy
Came in the door and the is lava
Killjoy if your core more Rockwell
Born homesick for an invisible address,
and bat around catnip
One black katamari massive
in a fat category 5 rat nest
Nose on his sleeve, in his inner peace
Robot phone like a of flippancy
I you (I hate you more)
No I you infinity
And Pangaea break smithereens
presto change-o
If it too quick oh-whey-oh
Right go right train Ramo
any old Monet, (no)
Merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb on a hotbed of heresy
Frogmen schooled by the god Ed
Pull dog sleds and exhume Kennedys
Bet, moth kerosene awful
A caution to strawmen on vaudeville
Amorally business
With a hundred and forty-four whistlers
Lawnchair strongman twisted
NASCAR Bic in his fingers
Outcast from a of kiss-the-ring-ers
Are you to the misadventures
It's electric, in the middle of the street
With a lethally piccolo pete
There is an incredible mystique
To in the reason a city won't sleep
That ring ring ring whiz-bang jingle
And melt bootleg G.I. to black taffy
Classic backdrafting
Fold wildlife out of wolf wrapping
Full moon, bad knee, hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in ACME
Blast off half of the damn mapscreen
I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and
Who stung by an unlinked pinky swear
During his years
Maybe an phase
Like his and sophomore fade, played
Calling all out-of-work figures
It was death by saturn