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see how I arch my back ? I'm poisoned bones do what they want my spine is skeletal quetzalcoatl as the one dash zero pattern commences agile fingers shoot from the surface now the new **** logic locks onto hidden nutrients the rising curtain body of the dull hour arms hanging about the roots and the rocks on the electric river they line up and burst in sugarfruit unison returning to exile with those who had weathered exile with them before we initiate the dream of a heartless choir everything greased and ready to go nothing crawls nor begs mercy from god and we erected the temple of the wasps
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Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 4:58 AM UTC
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see how I arch my back ? I'm poisoned bones do what they want my spine is skeletal quetzalcoatl as the one dash zero pattern commences agile fingers shoot from the surface now the new **** logic locks onto hidden nutrients the rising curtain body of the dull hour arms hanging about the roots and the rocks on the electric river they line up and burst in sugarfruit unison returning to exile with those who had weathered exile with them before we initiate the dream of a heartless choir everything greased and ready to go nothing crawls nor begs mercy from god and we erected the temple of the wasps
mike-arms
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Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 4:58 AM UTC
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