Felt the rise on ward 42. I send the rain, the mouth swells throughout every drop on its dried, tomatoes, there to the other space. Ward 42, they asked in Vellascian, yes the old part is left unnattended, free to feed the junk out there and unpainted, feed us too !
There, we are all, there in Villa 42, the house vellasca, bellezza to the four of us, open blanked. Cucumber or monkey burgers for kissy wolves pirates eyes....LOOK ! on the top of the shelves. I looked at ther face there, in ther world. Ward 42, I sighed and cried, take out the male, sex in butter of elk or battered to admission war of the words, did he date his father? House is all the fair work, be fair, walker, house no mo death. It is alit, a light hearted vampiric shoot on the back in the credit noone reefers to any new kids in the recording theater, doctor Murray is for you there at ten and he will leave the batches in the Ptela' tarmac. In the land, lakes and sites of all our love beam embued and beads a real kingdom in her woman mde saint Nitash moustace, mister Axe on the bass and fock yoo, foque, fock at the end in the street they kill one another for our shiit as the main ingredient is Math Ceylan with lemon and mint. on the side, the old album of Jane's Addiction I weaned myself to ask for autograph to the mute Carmen Electra smashed agashed outside of the ashes. Behind bars, aurora, aurora, aurora, I sung this once again as her aura her aura, her aura felt me coming.
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