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Took a trip on the Belafonte, Bound with Cuba to forgotten Sanz. Dinning on tin canned Del Monte, A glass of Suntory always in hands. Lloyd Faversham gifted salacious devices by John Cleese. Used as props in Mike’s next gin stained showpiece. The drum-line seemed irksome to J. Jonah. He’d heard Zach Hill before. Given limited time, despite the persona. Interstellar fault found in a **** metaphor. A swift change to an even more marketable sound. Sparks didn’t fly when trying to appear profound. Tiny teen dreams tending to tiny skirts. Fidgeting with the hem-line. Their just unintelligible flirts. Stripping to avoid the breadline. Dystopian fiction led to dissolution of fact Can’t seem to see their world isn’t intact. Atwood to Collins, Collins to a stupid ******* maze. Alternate choice being a criminal thrill. Simplistic fantasy whose only benefit is praise. Popular opinion seems to be well over the hill.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
Another Odious Audit To Pop Culture
Took a trip on the Belafonte, Bound with Cuba to forgotten Sanz. Dinning on tin canned Del Monte, A glass of Suntory always in hands. Lloyd Faversham gifted salacious devices by John Cleese. Used as props in Mike’s next gin stained showpiece. The drum-line seemed irksome to J. Jonah. He’d heard Zach Hill before. Given limited time, despite the persona. Interstellar fault found in a **** metaphor. A swift change to an even more marketable sound. Sparks didn’t fly when trying to appear profound. Tiny teen dreams tending to tiny skirts. Fidgeting with the hem-line. Their just unintelligible flirts. Stripping to avoid the breadline. Dystopian fiction led to dissolution of fact Can’t seem to see their world isn’t intact. Atwood to Collins, Collins to a stupid ******* maze. Alternate choice being a criminal thrill. Simplistic fantasy whose only benefit is praise. Popular opinion seems to be well over the hill.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
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