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the beauty of arterys throbing-tendons sanping shut durring a scary movie.
800 meters at sea, its beyond unfathomable.
its seven my dear. its sweet, its hollow. it grew like mold on old horror movie reals.
it swells for miles. its a biological waistland. its a riddle in sombodys box.
i can climb on it, tip it over, broadcast my songs from it.
its a combination of checker board logic and liquid.
somtimes, late at night... i can hear it murdering the fog.
the vibrations in my chest...they, well... its late.
and i can still hear it.
800 meters at sea, its beyond unfathomable.
its seven my dear. its sweet, its hollow. it grew like mold on old horror movie reals.
it swells for miles. its a biological waistland. its a riddle in sombodys box.
i can climb on it, tip it over, broadcast my songs from it.
its a combination of checker board logic and liquid.
somtimes, late at night... i can hear it murdering the fog.
the vibrations in my chest...they, well... its late.
and i can still hear it.