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

Unsigned
line aeronauts flurry
Zero dark
friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
Evoke lunch jumped over necklines
Up, beside hungry enzymes
Devote one into mothmen munching

Out go-time
Back 10 fried chubbier
grass both sides
Canned
Manmade
Lanacane, band aids, root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked
And a handshake-proof campaign, lose
gain
Smoke out moles like a force of
Pray return to his favor

Maybe in the form of a egg
Maybe in the form of a death ray
Or a solid gold scene something better to celebrate
Than powder on a like a flatfoot on jelly day
compass all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of magnets
Are we supporting the artist or enabling the
I mean, I it matters to me
I wish it to you
How a virtues
the same bucket like chinatown turtles

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

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

Heres where a of caution
Pounds nails
To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw
Nevermind straw to
Spin hearts on sleeves into on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business from a jar at the mall
androids dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed with cartoon
pack, neti-pot, home to roost
Around folk backed into what they most
to the fevered brow and broke ankles
Daisy, pound, no thank you
me
Failed all basic
But I spent a couple groundhog days a changeling
Silhouette the gods cigarette
Anything less would be

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

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