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

Unsigned
Front line flurry
Zero thirty
Zero friends minotaur-fugly
Evoke jumped over plunging necklines
Up, tongue-tied hungry enzymes
one into mothmen munching textiles

Out go-time
Back 10 fried worms
Brown grass both
food
Manmade
Lanacane, aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked
And a handshake-proof campaign, lose
Cant
Smoke out like a force of nature
Pray return to his favor

Maybe in the of a nest egg
Maybe in the of a tesla death ray
Or a solid gold scene something better to celebrate
Than on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
M-m-moral compass all
Spinning in the of immoral magnets
Are we supporting the artist or the addict
I mean, I guess it to me
I wish it to you
How a thousand
Kick the bucket like chinatown turtles

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

his own Breakneck pulse
Over colors in a
That emote sugar skulls in the
Flower-eyes
guided by a levy made of bath tilting
Quarter up and for the kill screen
No corner cut, no build
Only a menacing
perpendicular to everything
Boys room bomb
Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the

Heres where a tale of
coffin nails
To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw
Nevermind to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out like a business card from a jar at the mall
androids dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed with cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, to roost
Around folk backed into what they most
to the fevered brow and broke ankles
Daisy, pound, no thank you
me
Failed all training
But I spent a couple groundhog days with a
the gods last cigarette
Anything less be ri-god-damn-diculous

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

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