some of kind of majesty.some chemical load.
some kind of metal.made up of glue.some kind of plastic i could wrap around you.the needy eat mayonnaises they wear phony clothes.they sit with our pictures up until they grow old.
well me i like plastics and digital foils.could wrap up the suns and protect the boys.
from the spiritual poisons u spilled at night like phony clothes but i really like my......
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