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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
did not know how long they had been there
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

Unsigned
line aeronauts flurry
Zero dark
Zero friends stepchild
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging
Up, beside tongue-tied enzymes
Devote one mothmen munching textiles

Out go-time
Back 10 fried chubbier
Brown grass both
food
Manmade
Lanacane, band aids, root
on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a campaign, cant lose
gain
Smoke out moles like a of nature
Pray return to his favor

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

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

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

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

Roving packs of elusive become
Choke lore writers over drums
In the terrifying of a future 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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