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It’s like antisocial
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hazardous portion organically nourished couraged to flourish and musics orphans
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Lunged nicotine dream missing languorous
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Caution we proclaim till brain’s arch like Sagittarius
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Shield. Yield to the eye mescaline killer veals
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Stonegates marching moodily until plural styles amalgamated beautifully.
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Rudely awoke.
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Sing rumble blue conglomerates sucking up lung while brushing parasitic critics to my left side.
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I test glide kamikaze crashed to thoughtless on my preface.
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The therapeutic unit recommended.
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Now slow-mo Quasimotos teeter on ringleader status while I spit satellite photos while teetering on the stratus.
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Sleepwalking the atlas after none. Trudge and nudge my ninety-nine octane brain to one-oh-one.
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Run to organize my mood like quarterize my wound and climb up.
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Lovely samaritans line up like bar codes for a fraction of my factions.
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The hollow of his hand beholds contraptions via
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Amplified files collapsed in cacophonic conquest. My specs up.
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Morph hostille and docile insubordinance your phylum.
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For a dotta asylum swarmed your coordinates. Rush.
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Must not sleep, must warn others.
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I’ll tourniquet your turbulence then trample on your stutters.
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If I could displace every vagrant in America with traces of my character the Earth would be a more pitiful habitat.
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With infinite acres of auto-cry eight can aid ya. Swung open the nomenclature to obscure wool-lock trickery. Pure
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Has not got tossed back by liquors supporting patience, working knuckles for audio duplication.
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That’s like fiending for a purpose.
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Aesop Rock, prototype Robocop
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Jabberwocky rocking on the highest hilltop.
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I possess two siamese styles that’s like connected at the mic hollering monstrous.
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Poly-tech impede indidgy progress, deaf,
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Swept off your meridian. It’s operation Start With a Slummy Raped Your Milk and Honey.
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Can I like, conjure up like all potent components of like,
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Middle siblings scribbling on his lonesome like,
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Hit him with my ninety-nine metal plated mics upon the wall, take them down, pass them round, rock them all. Bust it.
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I’m forever building my City of Lost Children ripping rungs off your ladder at a
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Sardonic smirk. Ebonics lurking where the crop circles got stamped out from the rain dance.
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Tsunami rain blast lift off like origami cranes and sloppy braincasted class-a-piece mastered to capture your flag then flutter.
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While slaves defy water, start roofing paper bags.
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The magic-maker dragging devils to add triple sixes melted triple glitches on your console.
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I calibrate my mics prior to claimin' shit is rockable.
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Unlock and pull a backdoor for the bounce.
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While cannily panicking was the average. I broadcast modern boredom mesozoic poetry pupils.
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Caught up in scruples from the inimical nature of my program.
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Elegant, the overcast password cursed on a tactless bastard, catatonic until personal practice mastered.
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Antisocial
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