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I breathe fire and took drugs on this day in a well we go on we continue like frogs bounce around ...$$$

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I am a sweatshop impossible grease on my back in the basement changing the filter the air conditioning I dream of the day when they music spray paints to Golden horizons my internal soul and I can sweat no longer in the bliss of cool contagions

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Should plants talk gross into a long night dying favorite this before you move on to the next Beyoncé holiday

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Planet death

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