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song, song, sing me a song sing me song so softly song, song, sing me a song so you can entertain me the radio answered. oh no! not that old rusty thing! buzzing and screeching, this won't do let's bury you in that place called 'garden' (I've only been there once, since it reeked too much of life) where I buried childhood memories where they rest under a willow where now also a radio plays requiems: muffled crying in its coffin ha, serves them right. that little **** **** thing kept me up for weeks. will the accused rise don't they know I have other things to do. **** I make it. I feed it. I upload it. where is my recognition, huh. I shall now lay down the verdict well, this ought to get some attention. bet this'll blow up. guilty.
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Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 3:20 PM UTC
An Elegy for Modern Youth
song, song, sing me a song sing me song so softly song, song, sing me a song so you can entertain me the radio answered. oh no! not that old rusty thing! buzzing and screeching, this won't do let's bury you in that place called 'garden' (I've only been there once, since it reeked too much of life) where I buried childhood memories where they rest under a willow where now also a radio plays requiems: muffled crying in its coffin ha, serves them right. that little **** **** thing kept me up for weeks. will the accused rise don't they know I have other things to do. **** I make it. I feed it. I upload it. where is my recognition, huh. I shall now lay down the verdict well, this ought to get some attention. bet this'll blow up. guilty.
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Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 3:20 PM UTC
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