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May 2016
The city is asleep i'm eating coffee beans like peanuts
lets clean the face up it's time to squeeze pus
The cheese puffs will please us
Me and the micro monsters in my carpet
Feed em, keep em, ride em down to target
Deodorize the armpits
Eyes like popped corn kernels peeled unpleasantly
I'm conscious for now and for eternity
Language is my currency
Cash transfers back and forwards in my head
Don't use debit never built up cred
So value me at what I said
Jose Rodriguez
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Jose Rodriguez  Nevada
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   cgembry
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