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(As so it goes..)

"At least I I was here asleep...
Is it possible, conceivable I sleepwalked out of my apartment
And berserk?"

Rock]
In rhythm
Fed a cycle bound by vendetta
Escaped briefly to my apartment
Parked in the fan
And reminisce the day I ran a mile with your heart in my hand
'Tesants get the New York game
With real life action
Thug, vagrant, yuppie, and art
Free game all included
I told cat the earth was flat
He walked his beard grew long enough to strangle himself for being stupid
Brick-a-back
with that sixth pack odyssey
Godspeed Tequila worm future, be
My feelings spread across the reporting avalanche sightings
While my introverted is flying cadavers on kite strings
I'ma never give, I'm off ejection
I'm stubborn as a born agains avoiding questions
the alpha to the sand
I bake the date up for my
To the traitor in the twice-forgotten favors that he bled
Not a creature stirred, it of subway metal
Feather lecture chin on fish shenanigans
Recording with voices
Benefit to break
Mummified with future cleanse adamant
And skeleton in
a Malcom circus, got a ring of fire
Just big enough to shove my purpose in a
I'm known to dip dusk in a broken city
Release the hounds and see which one can trail and serve you SUCKA!
I lay the law upon its belly
With my foot dug in between the third and disc
Yelling yourself!'
I'm the data commission past penny tip jar donation
Been arranged, made by the from stability
Took a heart pledge on
Bled onto the doser
Plow in the metronome,
Lone caddy corner to cock-eyed booster
Sensation'll siesomgraph stabbin away on stone tablets
To sketch up out future
I out the main spelunking unit with watered down sand
But have canceled developed, courtesy
Land of the base
of the triplicate grill character
My sorta tilt called pinball blinker
It wander through ex-warrants steady bleed
With winter jacket
I rock a crooked lid
A a bit to make my Wookie ends meet
Pacifist willing to step into a beef if needed
Wing clipper, I compassionate
Where they on some 'Daddy's gonna kill Ralphy' shit
Sucked the silver spoon to the parents quit apparently
Parasol casually like 'I'm an artist, please don't laugh at me'
Ok, to buckle the fuck down
Side of the wobbly system back to original form,
You can catch the memoir in several
The joy of life logic, don't employ the spite
Hence, your plight

"I don't what got into me
I didn't mean to all that destruction
I'm sorry...so sorry"

4x
be the big
F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D,

"Possible" "Conceivable"
"Possible" "Conceivable"
"Possible" "Conceivable"
"Possible" "Conceivable"
"Possible" "Conceivable"
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"That I sleepwalked out of my and went berzerk?"