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

Unsigned
Front line aeronauts
Zero thirty
friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging
Up, beside tongue-tied hungry
Devote one into mothmen textiles

Out past
Back 10 fried worms
Brown grass sides
food
Manmade
Lanacane, band aids, root
on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, lose
gain
Smoke out moles like a force of
Pray fortune to his favor

Maybe in the form of a egg
Maybe in the form of a tesla ray
Or a solid gold scene with better to celebrate
Than on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
compass all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of magnets
Are we the artist or enabling the addict
I mean, I guess it to me
I wish it to you
How a virtues
Kick the same bucket like turtles

Roving packs of elusive become
Choke-lore writers over boosted
In the terrifying of a future tongue
Down down a huntable surplus to one
down from a huntable 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 emote skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes
guided by a levy made of bath tiles
Quarter up and headed for the kill
No corner cut, no build
Only a particularly
Angle to everything
Boys room cherry
Boy/goon very runnin' with the devil in the mellotron

Heres a tale of caution
Pounds coffin
To of Hawkwind, saw tooth
Nevermind to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business card a jar at the mall
androids dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed cartoon cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, home to
Around folk backed into what they most
Shook to the brow and broke ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no you
me
Failed all basic
But I spent a groundhog days with a changeling
Silhouette the last cigarette
Anything less be ri-god-damn-diculous

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

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