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My left brain twists, and secanol comes flowing, My eyes are square moon bases, nonagonal PVC behind them Accounting for a dialing rhythm of split modular beeps, Air-packed and dew drop sized, but only held by felt feelings. They pipe in. The Opener Screamers Open a pal, a pulsing pill of pep talks and peptides, And scream my way into tomorrow, a sleepy cheetah with anxious acid reflux. My right brain does a sit up. My left brain twists, and secanol comes flowing.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
My Left Brain Twists, and Secanol Comes Flowing
My left brain twists, and secanol comes flowing, My eyes are square moon bases, nonagonal PVC behind them Accounting for a dialing rhythm of split modular beeps, Air-packed and dew drop sized, but only held by felt feelings. They pipe in. The Opener Screamers Open a pal, a pulsing pill of pep talks and peptides, And scream my way into tomorrow, a sleepy cheetah with anxious acid reflux. My right brain does a sit up. My left brain twists, and secanol comes flowing.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
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