claws from clouds the terrible landscape of her eyes is limbo or in blue we raid the chain our hearts beating monsters down by the river camera in tow guided by voices split the carnation in two memory unfolds like pigeons thoughts implode beater cadillacs beef explodes red raw viscera of liquor flows over a multi-faceted scene brownbagged synchronized swimming yes magic tragician lets go the wings and those items you'd never spent on reciprocity of chains on chains such loaded dreams of folds of resurrections of melodious monkness that little angels go crazy with
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