the question of the meaning in and of today and its origins
lies in the face like aging cheese and stale beer... hops........
rare drops of truth that hold the meaning of ones life
sometimes demons use the instruments as a way of torture
My my what filthy hands you have....
Flat and flacid hands that shall never replace potatoe chips
kamikaze napkins in the battle of ones life heritage
Franks red hot dip, smells like anointment
mmm... the tooth fairy never showed
instead strangers crawl in my window
let us lift gnarled heads up high and celebrated the fall.....
you know? communism was arisn from an armchair
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you are so deep :) my dip smelled good and you need to eat some of it!
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