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Tortoise
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Moo.Smells like nuclear falloutTastes like yellow skin flakes from a dark manHey nails, come back.I need you to grab things.Hey hair, come backI need ..
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In a momentas such,remember that trunk in the cornernear his convenient tone establishing imagery.Light that audience selector of yours.Breathe the c..
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That slick way in whichtorpedoes traverse prairies all towards the gildedbuckle of his bucktooth grin and slackjaw swagger.He's blowing through them..
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pick up the sack it's time we hit the road and dreamed oftheimpossibilityoflife in this country.of roaches, reichs, reds, blues, pop rocks,and the inc..
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Miscreant demonoids flap colors fragrantlyin shades of androgynous shame.When sundry and solipsistic, mellifluous in tones of ineptitude,he's gaining ..
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Some time passes between these hollowed out thoughts,I choppeddown,C u t-up, blinks and flashes into statements about the status quo.Never mind the ba..
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Divulge
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A little blast from the abstract cooks up embryonic icicles on the electric stovetop of boiled fantasies with the fiddle on the fire, tones emanating ..
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