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Feb 2017
Twisted flesh still breathes
Twisted minds still lead
Candy flavored but not sweet.
This is not who I wanted to be.


I can feel the ***** edging its way up.
Its early in the  morning and I've already had enough.
Life is like a box of ******* nails
Nobody gave you **** you gotta build it.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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