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Solar cycle 25 I got nothing to hide Eclipse pictorial scripts  form the Letter C narrate your soul to me these prophets Analyze       artists Through the   Intelliegent  interface the sound they crave degrades those at the rave. sound speech of the DEAD i wrote it in red Time travel in my head   As your  emulating  my lead base  look at your face how do you turn it to gold? Do you know? You lost your ritual rights    I can prove who's the nicest tonight scientific hypothesis you show hate with your fake third eye conscious The cold wind warms my darkness you can't claim to be an archer if your not above all TARGETS star seeds get ****** they don't cherish the gift they take the risk to "ATTEMPT" to defeat  my spirit remix it   feed it  to their young   these words got you sprung second guessing your cunning with the phony style your running, man but you got to try something! See that's the mind **** you're lost YOU CAN'T COPY ME OR RETURN TO A LIFE OF FAKE BALLAST. Sharpen the dullest  rip my skin off for more notes on all quotes  discovered. The oracle Cthulu helps me write the unusual   IT'S NOT LUCRATIVE BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SELL TO THE STUPID- Sike they all in -to  it!
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
SOLAR CYCLE TWENTY FIVE I GOT NOTHING TO HIDE
Solar cycle 25 I got nothing to hide Eclipse pictorial scripts  form the Letter C narrate your soul to me these prophets Analyze       artists Through the   Intelliegent  interface the sound they crave degrades those at the rave. sound speech of the DEAD i wrote it in red Time travel in my head   As your  emulating  my lead base  look at your face how do you turn it to gold? Do you know? You lost your ritual rights    I can prove who's the nicest tonight scientific hypothesis you show hate with your fake third eye conscious The cold wind warms my darkness you can't claim to be an archer if your not above all TARGETS star seeds get ****** they don't cherish the gift they take the risk to "ATTEMPT" to defeat  my spirit remix it   feed it  to their young   these words got you sprung second guessing your cunning with the phony style your running, man but you got to try something! See that's the mind **** you're lost YOU CAN'T COPY ME OR RETURN TO A LIFE OF FAKE BALLAST. Sharpen the dullest  rip my skin off for more notes on all quotes  discovered. The oracle Cthulu helps me write the unusual   IT'S NOT LUCRATIVE BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SELL TO THE STUPID- Sike they all in -to  it!
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
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