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They did not know how long they had there
They did not know how long they had been
They did not know how long they had been
They did not know how long they had been
They did not how long they had been there
They did not know how they had been there
They did not how long they had been there

Unsigned
line aeronauts flurry
Zero thirty
Zero friends minotaur-fugly
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging
Up, beside tongue-tied hungry
Devote one into mothmen textiles

Out go-time
Back 10 worms chubbier
Brown grass sides
food
Manmade
Lanacane, aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked
And a handshake-proof campaign, lose
Cant
Smoke out moles a force of nature
Pray fortune return to his

Maybe in the form of a egg
Maybe in the of a tesla death ray
Or a solid gold scene with something to celebrate
Than powder on a face like a on jelly day
M-m-moral all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of magnets
Are we the artist or enabling the addict
I mean, I it matters to me
I it mattered to you
How a thousand
Kick the same like chinatown turtles

Roving packs of elusive become
Choke-lore writers boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a tongue
Down down from a surplus to one
Down down from a huntable to one
down from a huntable surplus to one
Down from a huntable surplus to one

Check his own pulse
Over colors in a
That emote sugar skulls in the
Flower-eyes
guided by a made of bath tiles tilting
up and headed for the kill screen
No corner cut, no build
a particularly menacing
Angle to everything
Boys room cherry
Boy/goon very much with the devil in the mellotron

Heres a tale of caution
coffin nails
To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw
Nevermind to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on
Arm in the maw
Fish out like a business card from a jar at the mall
A-alike androids dreaming of carbon
Get with cartoon cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, to roost
Around folk backed what they most lampoon
Shook to the fevered brow and ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no you
me
Failed all training
But I spent a couple groundhog days with a
Silhouette the last cigarette
Anything less be ri-god-damn-diculous

Roving packs of elusive become
lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying of a future tongue
Down down from a surplus to one
Down down from a surplus to one
Down down a huntable surplus to one

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