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

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

Out go-time
Back 10 fried worms
grass both sides
Canned
Manmade
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake
on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a campaign, cant lose
gain
Smoke out moles a force of nature
fortune return to his favor

Maybe in the of a nest egg
Maybe in the form of a death ray
Or a solid gold with something better to celebrate
Than powder on a face like a on jelly day
M-m-moral all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of immoral
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 same bucket like chinatown

Roving packs of 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 a huntable surplus to one
Down down a huntable surplus to one

Check his own Breakneck
Over colors in a
That sugar skulls in the rain
melting
guided by a levy made of tiles tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill
No cut, no build team
a particularly menacing
Angle to everything
Boys cherry bomb
Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the

Heres where a tale of
Pounds nails
To of Hawkwind, saw tooth
Nevermind to gold
Spin on sleeves into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a card from a jar at the mall
A-alike androids of carbon applause
Get stuffed cartoon cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, home to
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
the gods last cigarette
Anything would be ri-god-damn-diculous

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

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