Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out, a violent burst of some kind kind
kind kind, mindstate a dirty little drunk and cluttered. Shinning a problem
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of pictorial illusion, dump the trunk and tear the little freak out out
out. An unparallelleled account of collapse appearing like yourself
liberation appearing like myself mutilation. Hold still now, nobody turns,
said yeah! Thier back on me. Silence is deafening desperate waking up.
Motive spasm my back aches. Termination detentation, da-la-sco.. no w this
room don't seem so small sitting here in a cage of some kind kind kind kind
miracle and some hallucination, dropped excitement from my last words shut
the door and turn the T.V. on on now that I've done all that I can.
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