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I went crazy I did feral little dances I acted in ways most betraying of my previous social stance but there were others a multitude it was the fault of the moon we are weak and... Mr. Moon The Whey-faced Satellite has drawn deck of our cowered population on this full beaming night this Friday the anaemic loon quaker is a menace it lugs hard on the minds most creative it moulds imagination and felonious thought where previous their dwelled only a shopping list it skims hostile cream from the fragile and kissed wetter still the most eager berserker a dance of madness tups open the houses pucks at our activities plucks strings that fire our kinetic clatter and scuppers any will to resist Human species take the streets in corrosive numbers A Party like this shall make a dent A Party like this shall be a fist in Our Story Hosted by the Moon here I am in the mix prancing like some zany goof
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Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
Friday Night / Full Moon
I went crazy I did feral little dances I acted in ways most betraying of my previous social stance but there were others a multitude it was the fault of the moon we are weak and... Mr. Moon The Whey-faced Satellite has drawn deck of our cowered population on this full beaming night this Friday the anaemic loon quaker is a menace it lugs hard on the minds most creative it moulds imagination and felonious thought where previous their dwelled only a shopping list it skims hostile cream from the fragile and kissed wetter still the most eager berserker a dance of madness tups open the houses pucks at our activities plucks strings that fire our kinetic clatter and scuppers any will to resist Human species take the streets in corrosive numbers A Party like this shall make a dent A Party like this shall be a fist in Our Story Hosted by the Moon here I am in the mix prancing like some zany goof
neth-jones
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Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
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