i still believe in anarchy)-well . . and there is a question as to where we stand , and so then , how does one find themselves trading in the actions in a roulette to make a quick buck , it seriously feels like a job and so the song goes , my mother knows why im still caving in after the ballot turns to a landslide , perhaps i dont like pretending but i never give a way for action , especially when confronted with a question that would slump those with the capacity to capture it , henceforth the back and forth , and without distractions . . so then the momentary caper and notice , perhaps it is dmso snd those jacked up sailors want that agony to subsist of marlboro malice that parts away with the religious aspects of the wild west and cartoon-like gangsters parish with the sex and the violence on set and on the silverscreen , all to watch the confusimg moment they all rob the cargo and kidnap the wives . .
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landing on some po-po while hi-fivin the sky [?] leaning on a backwards stance and landing on some side shit, by and by that has gone by so fast, it seems that to being in a definite appraisal to that becoming of an ethical or methodical person to a lateral mention that concerns these moments that have taken back the past, and into the future they persist. A pestilence of that nether realm, avast, and to a better end. The becoming of a natural grown tendency and to the fantasy that shines down to a personhood having to become one with that hysterical end and in regret to that respect. No one can believe the laminated flangrancy that has edified those fantasies that bestow to one on a simple thesis because one has a favoritism to the end of becoming a lasting image to the thought police. So whatever, man. You only live once and in the moment. people don't seem to know who you are.. or if you have a problem..
Perhaps that's why you're free
and not a prisoner to that dilema. A complete fabrication..
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