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bacta tank cashier sunk the crank quick lit it hit it to get inhibited
hidden blink wide way while this sideline remains lined leaded with edgy shrubbery
do you love me?
or should i say do your remains still have feelings for
this healing eel real not imaginary hard target heart earned artery
i see your cart's full of the bull feet the cul freep cur yelp yeah try it a creep on me
dare ya to try and heap it on accomodated
sweetheart of the song tra bong hung along grim at the grill
while from the picnic blanket vantage it appears you're stuck betwixt the tsongs
i saw the street turned into a small stripe on the striper's hip
i might just decide to take a detour on this road of life leading at best to a better death
i built a nest would you could you hydroplaning in the rain of intelligence
or at least into the brackish swamp where penguin rats breed stuffing up brain bilge pump pipe
pillage hump goods back in time once shun made with real village
hate round about came caused killing halibut no ifs ands or alegories
category 7b i'm afixed and transmogrified patience to wait for it
pay for you smile and while i expect nothing in return
it's not because we've set up some sort of section an erection
of complexity hexed grade double a made new demand an imaginary
hatchery of ideas destroyed in the brainstorm but not eliminated
just blown to somebody else's land but nobody lives there
hmmm...
'then it must be owned by god' you say to yourself
instead of simply admitting 'i'm not sure'
except the old text tells you otherwise while
seems someone else took it out of context already for you
to easily digest once your social feeding tube has been forcibly inserted
[choke]
wake up!!
'with poetry my mind i flex'
that's a quote look it up here's another one
bunt cake panhandling on the menu tonight will you order it?
from all my word talk you might think i work in the food industry
just hinder me by demanding a new brazilian wax sculpture must be created
using only simultanious corporal punishment fixins and hand puppet imagery
land savagery a cabbage beast i came twice in the back of the submarine
clubbing theme is as old as the baby seal in the sea
while they broke the seal rushed in and started clubbing all the wide eyed marines
careening off course i'm divorced from the notion of hoping for another one
but still keep the senses open and rev up the coping mechanism
lever advantage a heavy reverand heaving having heaven on the have you had it
how'd they do that? by that i mean how do you break the habbit?
land it right after observing it flip and spin like a spine beneath you
and be ok with the notion that you are suspended and really...unneeded
mundane greevige mixed in with sheepishness as the camshaft turns and crunks again
to lead a new spark toward your new found path of glory
treasure trail i think is what they called it back in the old country
can you again lead me by your soft hand through this tangled barnacle party
always asking me how many drinks do you want do we want that
where's their tech at on the map i kept should we bomb that let me hit that
i caress your neck with my lips purely as personal distraction
from destruction you eliminate all but a pretty prize for seduction & suction
yep we're friends and i hope it never ever ever ends it will
in the mean time i'll take two sips and please pass me the pills
[gulp]
wake up!! wake up!!
