Kapitol21

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Bitches Brew. Naked Lunch. Dr. Mario.

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Fresh off my nascent level of greed. I am weak. The world seems villainous after giving up stargazing. I'm into despondency with a lack of courtesy for my fellow insects. Spiraling and telling the lies that kept pixels grounded, individualization is a chump. Petite martians keep bargaining for scrupulous prudency. Without further ado, bring me swamplands to exert strict consequences for keeps sake. Give to the wind greedy crocodiles with marked molecules for apocalyptic turmoil in sub rosa mayhem. Spinning technicolor in gleeful motivational inquiries down at the old ethereal moose slaughterhouse is appealing hand in hand swing. Pirouetting in the robot's hometown while keeping aflame amoebas interest in catastrophic subliminal cringes. The typical mind over mutiny mentality that drools promotional delicacy for worms and philippic. A yawn erupts maggots and sweater carcass covered rabbit tongues all in stalagmiticaly perfect harmonious laughter. The room closes like velvet whiplash on warm crystal voyages. Cataracts clash though cosmic catastrophic caskets like chocolate cabbage carriages. I wish I were immobile. I want to trample every invisibility with the pestilence of the macabre dwarfism that is triumph, give in to suturing everything that barks, the usual.