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We haven't made any gold and are sitting in the stench of 50 buckets of ***** Trophies surround us from the seven-locked cabinet as a battery around our happiness Tonight we borrow luxury for a debt to the future and we drink to bygone days We stuff gnawed bones into our nostrils like jewellery and eat comfort cake with whipped cream The party is drawing to a close the mattresses are ready for after the drinks bath Everything is oh so interesting, we talk louder and louder, listen how superbly we imitate animal sounds
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
Comfort cake with whipped cream
We haven't made any gold and are sitting in the stench of 50 buckets of ***** Trophies surround us from the seven-locked cabinet as a battery around our happiness Tonight we borrow luxury for a debt to the future and we drink to bygone days We stuff gnawed bones into our nostrils like jewellery and eat comfort cake with whipped cream The party is drawing to a close the mattresses are ready for after the drinks bath Everything is oh so interesting, we talk louder and louder, listen how superbly we imitate animal sounds
Extracting gold from ***** (1669, Hennig Brand) Song "Auld lang syne" (1788, Robert Burns) Collection "Silent walk"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
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