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Merry mother Mary, Your son rises today. Lord jesus is here. Waves and waves and waves of speckle sparkle jazz sunlight moonlight rings of smoke lines of saliva piano keys luscious lover lips soft hair hushed words of horrid things less horrid now. Oh the glories of plunders rising and solemn you and me finally beyond pills and ills and marijuana chills. Poor some russian vodka over the pile of shrewd veschses we've collected and light that bitch up. lets crawl like carpenters on this day and age. for jesus, our love, and stal.