Let’s make worth of a financial crisis indigenous To the bottom of the sea in the year thirty four thirty four, Let’s play games with the jester, the timer of death And make way for resonance among the divine mockery of transcendentalism, A bulimic suzophone making eyes with its pot belly. Let’s paint auto tune a face of non allegiance and falsify The demonic wave of internet mailmen. Let’s make worth of the dilapidated bacteria faces That reflect in the mirrors of the deserted townspeople In south Washington D/C nine hundred and thirty three years ago. WHAT WERE WE THINKING WHEN THE OSTRISIZED BEAT MAKERS WERE FEELING ELECRTICITY IN THER LIPS AND WE TOLD THEM NOT TO FEED ANYONE!!!
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 03:16:51 +0000
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