as unpouring into my head i forgot the squonky
no other stuffed pessoas of titian could grab the mic just like him
when times were tough him being boa next to the deli's kitchen did blab just right the must of his mental height being ill sail my own ship with my whims
the lights were dim, his mode lead according to himself was divine
yikes with frowns and grins with their hurried loads went the customers entrance dooring for it was closing time
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