we’re all fiery phoenix wings
lets see:
there are things lost keys plastic cups carports & parking lots. lets get some fresh air, eh? who can believe it. empty lists & three to a pool table i ramble abt reverence & raretruths left holding heroines & barearms (yoU’ve got to be kidding!)
the brutalsky metaphor like cars across boulevards im a pleasure center & questions answered yr smiling strangers & the handjivegeneration believe it! no regrets right. moving on -
there was a bumper sticker i saw & tried to remember (its gone now - no surprise seriously, right?)how abtslot machine stereotypes& stigmatic halucinations - tell me everything Everything everything!! i see only smiles and bluesky outlines i need more here to work with this is painful like paradise like porcelin parables & please lets do something again &again
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