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

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

Out past
Back 10 fried worms
grass both sides
Canned
Manmade
Lanacane, aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked
And a handshake-proof campaign, cant
gain
Smoke out like a force of nature
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 with something to celebrate
Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on day
M-m-moral compass all
Spinning in the shadows of immoral
Are we supporting the 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
writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying of a future tongue
Down down from a surplus to one
Down down a huntable surplus to one
Down down from a huntable to one
Down down from a surplus to one

Check his own pulse
colors in a drain
That sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes
guided by a levy of bath tiles tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill
No cut, no build team
Only a particularly
Angle to everything
room cherry bomb
Boy/goon much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron

Heres where a tale of
Pounds coffin
To of Hawkwind, saw tooth
Nevermind to gold
hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out like a business card from a jar at the mall
A-alike androids dreaming of carbon
Get stuffed with cartoon
pack, neti-pot, home to roost
Around folk backed into what they most
Shook to the fevered and broke ankles
Daisy, pound, no thank you
me
Failed all training
But I a couple groundhog days with a changeling
Silhouette the gods last
less would be ri-god-damn-diculous

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

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