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

Unsigned
Front line aeronauts
Zero thirty
Zero friends stepchild
Evoke lunch over plunging necklines
Up, beside hungry enzymes
Devote one mothmen munching textiles

Out go-time
Back 10 fried worms
Brown both sides
food
Manmade
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked
And a campaign, cant lose
gain
Smoke out moles like a of nature
fortune return to his favor

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

Roving packs of young become
Choke-lore writers over drums
In the terrifying of a future tongue
Down down 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 pulse
Over colors in a
emote sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes
guided by a levy made of bath tiles
Quarter up and for the kill screen
No corner cut, no build
Only a menacing
Angle perpendicular to
Boys room cherry
Boy/goon much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron

Heres where a tale of
Pounds nails
To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw
Nevermind to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business card a jar at the mall
A-alike androids dreaming of carbon
Get stuffed with cartoon
Cold pack, neti-pot, to roost
Around folk into what they most lampoon
Shook to the fevered brow and ankles
Daisy, pound, no thank you
me
Failed all basic
But I spent a couple groundhog with a changeling
Silhouette the last cigarette
Anything less be ri-god-damn-diculous

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

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