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my heart is plugged into a tv receptor the rats are chewing spark spark.
(self alienating comments) vein wrist chew chow chow i d is able to get you into the bar for a drrrrrrrriiiiiiink. we want the red flavor vodka. tastes like red. and whats your favorite color little little boy big face leans over strange growth on side and whats happening my fur is on end the trees have become lions?
where have all the fore skins gone really? is there a pile of forskins? before skinned and after grapes then raisons for the sun will i reach that age. fast dream slow dream momentary imprisonment sorrow like there is limit the days are going faster than i can fix up. fix up fix up fix up your never good enough almost good enough getting warm yipeeeeee you are the most contained pupeteer this season.
i will sell you my eggs yes then i will fix my nose with the cash. you can grow some children. there are children here you see they would be caroling but instead they are starving sitting there over there beneath the bridge huffing spray paint so they dont have to see.we have the camerason the cute one.a sober confession gun obsession in the temple where we kneel. this sings quietly same tune many words sings quietly sometimes deafening sometimes a whisper many songs being sung being wove tightly around like a blanket like a blanket keeps me warm sometimes protects me from coldness or lack of blanket some times tin men ride into the sunset with the dancing red shoes the girl who could not stop dancing all right write with intonation and ambition watch the words re condition against all you have learned to whisper into the confessional. really, do i look fat in this shirt? i just feel like having the super power to freeze the world and continue on myself to catch up. ketchup on eggs do you want to catch up. this writing of mine reminds me of a 'bad trip' man...man..but i have found there is NO use shutting up anything i mean cry in the supermarket lovely you have the right. all right all right. how can one person look at me that way? how can one person do that? how can i be so ever willing to pine at the top of the tree sticky cone girl everyones so far away i cant see who im looking at. i just want to go away and im afraid its only because i want to disappear an incredible act noir magie.and because i have nothing to say and im not a snake that molts it feels so sticky
(self alienating comments) vein wrist chew chow chow i d is able to get you into the bar for a drrrrrrrriiiiiiink. we want the red flavor vodka. tastes like red. and whats your favorite color little little boy big face leans over strange growth on side and whats happening my fur is on end the trees have become lions?
where have all the fore skins gone really? is there a pile of forskins? before skinned and after grapes then raisons for the sun will i reach that age. fast dream slow dream momentary imprisonment sorrow like there is limit the days are going faster than i can fix up. fix up fix up fix up your never good enough almost good enough getting warm yipeeeeee you are the most contained pupeteer this season.
i will sell you my eggs yes then i will fix my nose with the cash. you can grow some children. there are children here you see they would be caroling but instead they are starving sitting there over there beneath the bridge huffing spray paint so they dont have to see.we have the camerason the cute one.a sober confession gun obsession in the temple where we kneel. this sings quietly same tune many words sings quietly sometimes deafening sometimes a whisper many songs being sung being wove tightly around like a blanket like a blanket keeps me warm sometimes protects me from coldness or lack of blanket some times tin men ride into the sunset with the dancing red shoes the girl who could not stop dancing all right write with intonation and ambition watch the words re condition against all you have learned to whisper into the confessional. really, do i look fat in this shirt? i just feel like having the super power to freeze the world and continue on myself to catch up. ketchup on eggs do you want to catch up. this writing of mine reminds me of a 'bad trip' man...man..but i have found there is NO use shutting up anything i mean cry in the supermarket lovely you have the right. all right all right. how can one person look at me that way? how can one person do that? how can i be so ever willing to pine at the top of the tree sticky cone girl everyones so far away i cant see who im looking at. i just want to go away and im afraid its only because i want to disappear an incredible act noir magie.and because i have nothing to say and im not a snake that molts it feels so sticky