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I got dem B-Side blues, perforated shoes of my own design, off color flag of mine. I got dem prescriptions, I'm passively shunned by the typical, like it matters at all. I got dat bizarre brain, patterns I contain automatically run 'crash.exe'. I got dat problem child run rampant wild here within my ranks - what deserves thanks? Nothing at all. And everything. I know this well, now.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
Place of Power: Crash.exe
I got dem B-Side blues, perforated shoes of my own design, off color flag of mine. I got dem prescriptions, I'm passively shunned by the typical, like it matters at all. I got dat bizarre brain, patterns I contain automatically run 'crash.exe'. I got dat problem child run rampant wild here within my ranks - what deserves thanks? Nothing at all. And everything. I know this well, now.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
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