Dope write. Most nights. Folks write.
I mean, look at how perfect the city is!
You'll be back. An old soul trying to stir up the idiots
Right on time, murder the prettiest. Re word your little fibs
Herder of brilliance. A foundation, preserver of brittleness
Waves and more waves.. It's an ocean.
I need ayahuasca, the mystic potion. That liquid holy
The trick to getting stardust is to get it smoking
^Oh, nice.
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