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

Unsigned
Front aeronauts flurry
dark thirty
Zero minotaur-fugly stepchild
lunch jumped over plunging necklines
Up, tongue-tied hungry enzymes
one into mothmen munching textiles

Out past
Back 10 fried chubbier
Brown grass sides
food
Manmade
Lanacane, aids, mandrake root
on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a campaign, cant lose
gain
Smoke out like a force of nature
Pray fortune return to his

Maybe in the of a nest egg
in the form of a tesla death ray
Or a gold scene with something better to celebrate
Than powder on a face like a on jelly day
M-m-moral all batshit
in the shadows of immoral magnets
Are we supporting the or enabling the addict
I mean, I guess it to me
I wish it to you
How a virtues
Kick the bucket like chinatown turtles

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

Check his own Breakneck
colors in a drain
That emote sugar in the rain
melting
guided by a levy of bath tiles tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill
No corner cut, no team
a particularly menacing
Angle perpendicular to
Boys room bomb
very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron

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

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

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