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the motherships are hovering overhead & to the east, apollo breathes fire past the ****** off incisors, like 'try & catch me now' now, or never. to my west I felt nothing but the most uncomfortable comfort. it's just. too. much. becoming barefooted clouds of dust I run to the godlight & in time I find I also become disenchanted. & I'm just freeezing & my feet are filthy & bleeding but anything for that rush tell me somethin brother do ya cluster with the others? are you some undiscovered color in the monochrome gutter? are you sixsixsix seven aren't you *** & heaven dost thou seek the foul or the feather'ds; brother of blood & sweat, is thou the sheep or the shepherd? wolfman. we want the teeth. to the tooth, troopers. how rude; I can see right thru that wool suit all too true to the stupor, stupid. don't you know I know you, don't you.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Kubrick's Rube
the motherships are hovering overhead & to the east, apollo breathes fire past the ****** off incisors, like 'try & catch me now' now, or never. to my west I felt nothing but the most uncomfortable comfort. it's just. too. much. becoming barefooted clouds of dust I run to the godlight & in time I find I also become disenchanted. & I'm just freeezing & my feet are filthy & bleeding but anything for that rush tell me somethin brother do ya cluster with the others? are you some undiscovered color in the monochrome gutter? are you sixsixsix seven aren't you *** & heaven dost thou seek the foul or the feather'ds; brother of blood & sweat, is thou the sheep or the shepherd? wolfman. we want the teeth. to the tooth, troopers. how rude; I can see right thru that wool suit all too true to the stupor, stupid. don't you know I know you, don't you.
Running thru orchards with no shoes on at the buttcrack of dawn
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
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