A Death Where There Is None.
We Must Come Speak With Ease So We Can Peak Thru These.
Bars.
Too Fertile To Continue?
Too Ravaged To Imagine Thru?
Bliss.
Whoop.
There It Is.
Ha.
On Datsun.
On Buick.
Release The Tech.
Or Imagine Shame.
At A Loss Of Gas Guzzlers.
Sure Hope.
That I Imagine Truth.
Unspeakable Liars.
Pretend That Free Energy Doesn't Exist.
Jump.
Hoops.
Juice.
There It Is.
I Think..
Google..
LabRat..
Back Me Up.
Ha.
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