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lifes compliment is the scent of surrender be an accomplishment for no longer my damages and messages aren't sending by via broken brain waves. insane Tech9 whinned to whinnie the pooh pew yew stinches wanting to explode out my stitches i have every kind words and still calling for those who are unheard. my terds come and go in herds of pity city. im so out of hippies titties milk im just headed slight tilt uneven ground makes me sense im never going to be innocent again ,revenge isnt to kill or go sick die ill try vibes on sky high trampolines bouncing basketballs off the hoops. 1,2 sound off 3,4 sound on troops out of their chicken coops running around heads off for robots to acrobats technical imaginable. Out of space need my space yo look beyond inside my face ,okay dont need olay be a tina fay have a say inside your safe day. save human race not a trace of steady pace of heart rent a cart , everything feels like a cartoon part loon on a pontune for this hazard fume ,blast cash fast gas stash my past future to true for you