The suns star, shooting through the subpar humans Draw the line crooked like a one armed cartoonist Dust harmed mucus turn me to the mushbarred Kubrick Spin the wheel, landing on me spun, tar shooting Spit what a bunch of blunt cigars spew in ten sessions Leaving men with recollections of meeting bizarre mutants I dont exhale steam, I breathe swamp fog Long shot for many, petty while I walk through it I cannot do it is what I tell myself in the hours prior To the task, and then I do it I dont earn, I just pursue it I dont learn, I just undo shit I undo shit, then I turn it to a blueprint and I use it You follow? I cannot do its what I tell myself in the hours prior To the task, and then I do it I dont earn, I just pursue it I dont learn, I just undo shit I undo shit, then I turn it to a blueprint and I use it
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