I can't stress the wiffle enough, for it is under the retarded cheese it that makes my vomit curse. Someone is spinning the device, and I don't know why.
Who are you, chair that falls up the minuet of segals?
Why are paving a road that leads to no where?
Why are you digging?...
Digging...
Digging.......
Bury the water, who stops so fragrantly
Cry for IDOLA, the holy
Pray for IDOLA, the distorted
Weep, love cows, weep
No one can be real
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