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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It has always been this way, right? since the begining. there was only that one rock i stumbled on and from then on its been blue skies and god mummies. like the movies, he said. i take it for granted. i know those home movies were just for broken spirits. but who the hell wants to know what theyre up to now. my brain cant handle another instance of let me be or just go away. even if nothing is what it seems. im sorry to be this person only to try to break the ice with some breakfast in bed, but to that absent figure that only wants to eat your soul and leave you hungry for more. you deserved better.
