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this is the season of the winged rodents singing corrosively. eating crows' feet & bringing lulling, rolling waves of heat heavy humidity this is irony for days & days & daze. we'll be floating in an ethereal sea of humor & stupidity. the street is sweltering. but those waters are still pretty cold. man. have some humility. I hear they give it out free, it even comes with extra soul. wanna start a cult with me? cmon. we can tell em we talk to god & then everything we touch turns to gold. burning ora.
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
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this is the season of the winged rodents singing corrosively. eating crows' feet & bringing lulling, rolling waves of heat heavy humidity this is irony for days & days & daze. we'll be floating in an ethereal sea of humor & stupidity. the street is sweltering. but those waters are still pretty cold. man. have some humility. I hear they give it out free, it even comes with extra soul. wanna start a cult with me? cmon. we can tell em we talk to god & then everything we touch turns to gold. burning ora.
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Apr 15, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
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