same bad time, same bad place
Shoes McGuilicudie really pickin up the pace
before the subterraneousness overpowers my stink id sure like to sweat some more..
why dont we have right and left handed key boards,. consecutive tours foreign shores gettin bored, get ta boring cores ta keep my drink cold, mapping the atmos of old, n stories been told bout before we burned coal. this airs cleaner than yours so hold your breath, everyday another test of the siriusphere, place yer bets here, follow me where we go, me and my altered ego, been carvin canvas with this here stylo forever,
and then some. tend some sheep, endure shavings, they do. whu hoo!
its a hip hapocolypse! look at all the tall ships
landed but they cant reform, legs planted rootin through the storm, stickin to the norm.
you cant dys this function, i work in conjunction with the likes of the lorax and tallking. we get together n puff whatevers clever. tallkings bleedin beats, lorax widdlin trees down to leaves, and sirius b kickin it like baba with them 40 thieves.
leavin it to the weasLe e. cuz hes all toRn up
if i had the extra cheese id be buying tallking's truck
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