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Jan 2022
Old friends corrupted by the apotheon,
Old fiends so wretched.
New **** as if we're more wholesome,
New hope for a free agent.

The weekend comes and goes,
I should party more. At night I go driving
around G-town in my old Lexus.

How does a man on earth live,
Does he live like this?
Exhausted,
Foo Fighters (1995)
Mydriasis Aletheia
Written by
Mydriasis Aletheia  29/Other/Empyrean
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