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

Unsigned
Front aeronauts flurry
Zero thirty
Zero friends minotaur-fugly
Evoke jumped over plunging necklines
Up, beside tongue-tied enzymes
Devote one into mothmen textiles

Out past
10 fried worms chubbier
Brown both sides
food
Manmade
Lanacane, band aids, root
Bindle on a broomstick, shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, lose
Cant
out moles like a force of nature
Pray fortune 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
powder on a face like a flatfoot 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 it mattered to you
How a virtues
Kick the same bucket like turtles

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

Check his own pulse
colors in a drain
That sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes
guided by a levy made of bath tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill
No corner cut, no build
Only a particularly
Angle to everything
room cherry bomb
Boy/goon very much runnin' the devil in the mellotron

Heres where a of caution
coffin nails
To of Hawkwind, saw tooth
Nevermind straw to
Spin hearts on sleeves into on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith a business card from a jar at the mall
A-alike androids dreaming of applause
Get stuffed with cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, to roost
Around backed into what they most lampoon
to the fevered brow and broke ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no you
me
Failed all basic
But I spent a couple days with a changeling
Silhouette the gods last
less would be ri-god-damn-diculous

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

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