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

Unsigned
Front aeronauts flurry
Zero thirty
Zero friends stepchild
lunch jumped over plunging necklines
Up, beside tongue-tied enzymes
Devote one mothmen munching textiles

Out go-time
Back 10 fried chubbier
Brown both sides
Canned
Manmade
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake
on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, lose
gain
Smoke out moles like a of nature
Pray fortune to his favor

Maybe in the form of a egg
Maybe in the form of a tesla ray
Or a solid gold scene with something better to
Than on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
M-m-moral compass all
in the shadows of immoral magnets
Are we the artist or enabling the addict
I mean, I guess it to me
I wish it to you
How a virtues
Kick the same bucket like chinatown

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

his own Breakneck pulse
Over in a drain
emote sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes
guided by a levy of bath tiles tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill
No corner cut, no team
a particularly menacing
Angle perpendicular to
Boys room cherry
Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the

Heres where a tale of
coffin nails
To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw
Nevermind straw to
Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on
Arm in the maw
Fish out like a business card from a jar at the mall
A-alike dreaming of carbon applause
Get with cartoon cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, home to
Around folk backed what they most lampoon
to the fevered brow and broke ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no you
me
Failed all training
But I spent a couple groundhog days a changeling
the gods last cigarette
Anything would be ri-god-damn-diculous

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

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One
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One
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