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. There were certain tea--chers-- that came crashing through my mind like a herd of Buffalo, New Yorkers. Peeling, pointing porkers. Try--ing to remind me-- the atmospheric city, is not the alphabet, Oh! Should I move out of Ohi--o? (Oh me, oh me. Oh, my--O!) I -- was dissolving, certain rainy days sort of had that sad effect on me. And-- I-- was suspended-- high above a swaying bridge, holding back the water. Like old comic books and thunderstorms crashing down like gravity... And-- I smelled the smell of moth ***** made me think of someones' grandma. The empty corners of their closets. The empty corners of their closets. And still... I dream of fly--ing-- high above the alligators wrestling in an open pit. While... an anaconda drops in uninvited and squeezes both of them, Oh! I am not complaining, just because it's raining. There were certain tea--chers-- that came crashing through my mind like a herd of Buffalo, New Yorkers. Peeling, pointing porkers. Try--ing to remind me-- the atmospheric city, is not the alphabet, Oh! Should I move out of Ohi--o? (Oh me, oh me. Oh, my--O!) I -- was dissolving, certain rainy days sort of had that sad effect on me. And-- I-- was suspended-- high above a swaying bridge, holding back the water. And... .
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Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 5:42 AM UTC
~The Atmospheric City
. There were certain tea--chers-- that came crashing through my mind like a herd of Buffalo, New Yorkers. Peeling, pointing porkers. Try--ing to remind me-- the atmospheric city, is not the alphabet, Oh! Should I move out of Ohi--o? (Oh me, oh me. Oh, my--O!) I -- was dissolving, certain rainy days sort of had that sad effect on me. And-- I-- was suspended-- high above a swaying bridge, holding back the water. Like old comic books and thunderstorms crashing down like gravity... And-- I smelled the smell of moth ***** made me think of someones' grandma. The empty corners of their closets. The empty corners of their closets. And still... I dream of fly--ing-- high above the alligators wrestling in an open pit. While... an anaconda drops in uninvited and squeezes both of them, Oh! I am not complaining, just because it's raining. There were certain tea--chers-- that came crashing through my mind like a herd of Buffalo, New Yorkers. Peeling, pointing porkers. Try--ing to remind me-- the atmospheric city, is not the alphabet, Oh! Should I move out of Ohi--o? (Oh me, oh me. Oh, my--O!) I -- was dissolving, certain rainy days sort of had that sad effect on me. And-- I-- was suspended-- high above a swaying bridge, holding back the water. And... .
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Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 5:42 AM UTC
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