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A car full of crazy each mask fully functional Wine stained logic with the auto pilot motions I only wanted a new copy of "The Plague" I gave my last one to a stranger who ask me my thoughts on the human condition Somehow traffic sticks and I'm left with a stagnant wave that cannot be traversed My passengers are all professionals in their respective fields of strange I'm not sure where I found them or how they gained entry They told me when we first met "A vehicular persuasion can be potent" I nod like I understand With only pocket lint powder and tree's surely they will have no words purchased They ask me this and that like I have a clue With two days no sleep and an unshakable humming of the eardrum I am on the brink of bronchitis and padded squares finally we arrive and I leave them to their nonsense they all went next door to a pool hall I bought all the Camus I could I left them there for discovery
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
On my way
A car full of crazy each mask fully functional Wine stained logic with the auto pilot motions I only wanted a new copy of "The Plague" I gave my last one to a stranger who ask me my thoughts on the human condition Somehow traffic sticks and I'm left with a stagnant wave that cannot be traversed My passengers are all professionals in their respective fields of strange I'm not sure where I found them or how they gained entry They told me when we first met "A vehicular persuasion can be potent" I nod like I understand With only pocket lint powder and tree's surely they will have no words purchased They ask me this and that like I have a clue With two days no sleep and an unshakable humming of the eardrum I am on the brink of bronchitis and padded squares finally we arrive and I leave them to their nonsense they all went next door to a pool hall I bought all the Camus I could I left them there for discovery
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
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