congestion advances consumption too much lately must've went wrong somewhere to realize substance breathy lizard of hi how are you to feel like more the beltway's too tight veins are smoked out gophers my addiction to rainbows such a thing as too much bliss the facade and all you know the interior is fetal the mallet of the mind grinds organs into kneejerk cults wall street journal whiskey-stained under a blue light of kissy collision so's your introversion my monocle bent towards asphalt
in this.
I can almost hear the blab
of the pave.
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