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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Apes on dinner plates rages on behind the scenes, the cannibalist interest, the soul of the world as its known to be, the dog eat dog kind with an after taste of sorrow, leaves behind a trail of horrors with a silent dawn, reaching forever outwards to reach the far off landa to plant the seeds that grow the roots of unfinished paths, reminders of the past unfold to hold a grip on those who stand alone and never gone. They say never walk alone, scars can last a lifetime, in a dungeon looking out through a small crack, where the rats crawl, as they once stood still only few remain to tell it. only a picture this scenerio to a misunderstood ending.
