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i type answers to new questions without a name like fires the devil on my soul lays claim to the ironic waste and colloquial spatter coats the ignited system
Pitter patter goes the rain drops that beat a steady drum incandescent to the mans mind stream with endless repeated dreams repeated notions inevitable flows just happen and it goes on and on and on and on
There is no end to the present no dreams but life and the inedible being that shines around is no room to move but an alien knowledge that possesses and truncates wisdom
I floated on my vision but was obscured by the light that drifted through my tangent leading to the solving of the equation with chalk dust and a boring afternoon of sin unintelligble notes on my pad
If I could take the one line and reverse it, there would be two new streaks that would never be thought upon until the end of the notion that is where the levee will break and the thoughts will crack through the walls
I spatter lines on this game to prolifigate this illegitimate name with the plastic purgatory of the name up in lights that illuminates a crystal meth view of the void where no one comes to life
Deftly I jam like a surgeon, saving lives with the drop of a feather from the wings that fly through the forest that exists on the eternal nether and is offside to the real realm's right reasons readily rectified recurring













