world seemed stupid enfolded in silence its passengers kept in buckled tight through tunnels and fuckedups and overloaded exploded
we shouldn't but those eyes straight ahead and wisdom departed and wavings and video games lightheaded scraping the bowl of midnighted sadnesses like sands exhibited a truth blindfolded w thingy wings
late hours later arrivals bland there's never enough of this every red cent spent on gimmicky that the frogs continually hop up
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