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fuck Summer, it's Errant salvation I'm interested in; fuck the French speaking cat I lost my hat to. Me and you that's all that's coming through my too thick skull, these realizations annul the potential for a differential solution to this inevitable conclusion. like I got me some collusion. I'm ready to die for a slight slanted sigh of an angel, but untill then i'll dance with death as if he lost a bet and has to perform sexual favors in recompense. retrospectively speaking my love is radioactive, call the bomb shelter as I become it. stand aside and watch me plummet to the earth of your birth and right engulfed in radioactive light.... hold on to me just for tonight, cause it'll be alright if you help me fight off this stygian pidgeon carrying words ti poets/............................................................................................................