Scalps used to drop by the thousand Crack didn't deal with anger, Gas the bansee /clouds roam where I belong, O bar goddess where is a friend?
I see bad romans dreaming cruelly, it's a bunch of shit,
Where is the best?
Alone typing crosses stupid nut,
climb over the ward of benson,
Closer roned drunk.
Computer push it,
Computer rose on itself,
roses glare friendly bane,
Why it bonds with loneliness, I have no drama/elo/pope collar,
I believe my body is drummed (out?) I sickened dreams targeting dry selves. Someone a baby worked
Break into sobbing
oi poop cloud of bing clay,
Estrogen angels live for trouble (not, no,)
wear is the people?
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