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part 1[]
I feel like im in the dinosaur ages and Mr. Bebyn is a broncasaurus.
I feel like im in the '60s and the powers out.
I feel like im in "tool Time" or "Rosanne", its because of the lighting, it makes it feel like a 90's show
Ron-a-roll plastic barbies the long hair, pools swimming with polka-dots the rate and varable never match the dust on the khakis shakes underground and the button nose fireflies dont sigh that much so the flicker and trap of the garage door out of the window the water gun hit my eye, nextdoor with red hair. I know my tv but the desks aren't right. factories billow but the paper building slips camp medicine bo but the tent won't close on the Bowers yard, brick wall down the street hurts your calves. more than bore but doesn't change the "z" the alphabet doesn't compromise. The court doors are locked and the window opaque but the jury still meets and cuts the line but the fish don't speed limit the reef. The mistakes in the sign don't warn you but the curve still comes just as the graph brings the lines so close they blur and you're left in foreign lands without any direction. But the accents of the men mix with the grape vineyard. Twins come out of every situation but the drocks change and everyone looses the memory unless they visit the mommy store and forget. but it sounds like the clearing of the pressure. out of the conversation and on through the subway tunnel. Pillows of crimson don't bail you out but canopys can solve the sorrow.[]cut part 1