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great crap! i stuck my nose in his mouth to smell what he was saying and his words were hooked on chocolate strawberry vanilla isophonic charles in charge cards like neopolitan dianetics loaded with implosives and ready to self deconstruct his aftermath was mustached in the l ron cupboard with the rest of the michael groceries he is in the air he is everywhere he is running in place in space and he is smiling he is a dream that came to me nothing can erase or replace that face and so i asked him what i was doing in my mind and he told me not to waste my time what happens to the finder once you've found the find we'll play with ourselves til we go blind he is in my head his chair's on bread he is right said fred and brice beckham at the same time he's the recipe for the perfect friend for me axl rosehips and richard persimmons in a soothing pot of craig t gunner half nelson and so i told him i was losing my mind he said we're in this together now i lose mine all the time the feelings steal the findings if the founders are too kind we'll play with ourselves til we go blind i see you and me and we are sad as sad could ever be the past is a corpse and the future is a lie and we cry and we cry and then we die laffing some people that i meet defeat the bounds of space and time i will be a golden girl and you will be a golden guy and if i threw a party and invited everyone i knew i will see the biggest gift will be from you we'll reverse all of the peepholes and look the mirror in the eye then we'll snip and cut brian bonsall and turn him into jasmine guy and we'll look up in time to see amy grant sir mix-a-lot the sky and we'll play with ourselves til we go blind he is in the air he is everywhere he is running in place in space and he is smiling he is a dream that came to me nothing can erase or replace that face that face that face that face that face |
