help me close my eyes to not open them again.
the density of the reality, the gravity; the strength, the power, and the depravity of information.
the third eyes is scarred, the focus is off.
i need belays and anchors to make it across the ravine.
the full circle is the end of the new, and then starts the cycle of the known.
consistency is contrary to nature, huxley said.
the padded walls makes it look like a palace(it could be the paint),
versace make the straight jacket unbelievably comfortable.
this is one hell of a ride, my propeller car, my baby, care for a fuck!
the gasoline makes it unbelievably subliminal
creativity has killed the creature; the new life is plastic. child, you are a poetry in plastic.
the vision is never clouded, paint thinner helps clear it.
the density of the reality, the gravity; the strength, the power, and the depravity of information.
the third eyes is scarred, the focus is off.
i need belays and anchors to make it across the ravine.
the full circle is the end of the new, and then starts the cycle of the known.
consistency is contrary to nature, huxley said.
the padded walls makes it look like a palace(it could be the paint),
versace make the straight jacket unbelievably comfortable.
this is one hell of a ride, my propeller car, my baby, care for a fuck!
the gasoline makes it unbelievably subliminal
creativity has killed the creature; the new life is plastic. child, you are a poetry in plastic.
the vision is never clouded, paint thinner helps clear it.
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