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don't accuse me.
these walls are fluctuating at night morning-time they wheeze through respirators for life deerskin shaved for a kite. windswept meadowy lawn rearranging basic structure into legible song demonstrable horror. the last house on the left finger pluck a vital artery straight out of your chest break glaciers into angel food. a powdery mess arrive outside the Grammys in an hour or less sour or pensive. if you give a mouse an infection he'll want penicillin with it. don't know what you expected. we've accomplished retention - ibuprofen, lozenges, breath mints you hear it echo, in your hallway, for a second. then it vanishes way beyond your vanity fair, behind the cabinets banging on the walls to beg for sacrilege. imagine this, plastic covered canisters. dampened wicks for ammunition ruby panther amulet. a dying family's last tradition creaking boards, apparitions. sarsaparilla, bad decisions crack addiction, television. jacking off to Maggie Simpson hold your tongue. it's bad for business, keep to yourself the people you relate to are the people that melt skin pops like Stouffer's tops. it's radiation that sells it grows difficult to feel beneath these measles and welts lead me to Hell. be my guardian. my conduit often dull my blade post haste. close shave. Wallace and Gromit distonic, dystopian problem-child roped into promises living just to voice an opinion i'll later contradict sometimes it's the opposite and humans are right you can catch me at the hospital for soup and a sprite putting Lucy in the skylight suite for 60 a night daydreaming into darkness to resist the enticement of recidivistic reprise, i've experienced a minute's escape caterpillars of strength. i crawled away. the clinic can wait licking to taste. devoid of any physical traits still i miss you like a saturday at Michigan Lake am i liquid or lace? craving a resentful embrace i've built a mask so fucking intricate it mimics a face BLACK
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