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

Unsigned
Front line flurry
Zero dark
friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
Evoke lunch over plunging necklines
Up, beside hungry enzymes
Devote one mothmen munching textiles

Out go-time
Back 10 worms chubbier
grass both sides
Canned
tools
Lanacane, band aids, root
on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a campaign, cant lose
Cant
Smoke out moles a force of nature
Pray return to his favor

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

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

his own Breakneck pulse
Over in a drain
emote sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes
guided by a levy made of bath tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill
No cut, no build team
Only a particularly
perpendicular to everything
Boys room bomb
Boy/goon very runnin' with the devil in the mellotron

Heres a tale of caution
coffin nails
To of Hawkwind, saw tooth
Nevermind to gold
Spin hearts on into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business card a jar at the mall
A-alike dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed with cartoon
pack, neti-pot, home to roost
Around folk backed into what most lampoon
Shook to the fevered brow and ankles
Daisy, pound, no thank you
me
Failed all training
But I spent a couple groundhog with a changeling
Silhouette the gods cigarette
less would be ri-god-damn-diculous

Roving of elusive young become
Choke writers over boosted drums
In the face of a future tongue
down from a huntable surplus to one
Down down from a huntable to one
Down down from a surplus to one

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