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

Unsigned
Front aeronauts flurry
Zero thirty
Zero friends minotaur-fugly
Evoke lunch jumped plunging necklines
Up, tongue-tied hungry enzymes
Devote one into munching textiles

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

Maybe in the form of a egg
Maybe in the form of a tesla ray
Or a solid scene with something better to celebrate
Than powder on a like a flatfoot on jelly day
M-m-moral all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of immoral
Are we supporting the artist or enabling the
I mean, I it matters to me
I it mattered to you
How a thousand
Kick the same bucket like chinatown

Roving of elusive young become
Choke-lore 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 surplus to one
down from a huntable surplus to one

Check his own Breakneck
Over in a drain
That emote skulls in the rain
melting
guided by a levy of bath tiles tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill
No corner cut, no build
Only a particularly
Angle perpendicular to
room cherry bomb
Boy/goon much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron

Heres where a tale of
Pounds nails
To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw
straw to gold
Spin hearts on into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith a business card from a jar at the mall
androids dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed with cartoon
Cold pack, neti-pot, to roost
Around folk backed into what most lampoon
Shook to the brow and broke ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no you
me
Failed all basic
But I spent a couple groundhog days with a
Silhouette the last cigarette
less would be ri-god-damn-diculous

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

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