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Rich People Dump
I was not able to bind up the poetry of this
you wanted more delicate songs to dismiss
i was waiting for you to try something else
you could not be the devil's due if you were caught on the side
I wanted forward base slide and tempest for the tide so the earth would not compose the birth of a purpose prepos was Greco and Italian he was convinced he had later on there was never enough to do there was only my life with you you had clear inspiration from the battle of new the rest was persuasive context for the board to pridefully exact the tone from my sword it was word in the flesh susceptible to sound the grommet was a hay bale for the chronic in the sound you made all these arrangements so quickly I could not write the errands for bigsby and sullen bike rides you were fast I was slow you had pace I had flow there would not be any more free words to set you from the errands of your Howard and lies about all the president chapters they don't seize the landfill and moral Gods were making claims about being on fire for Osiris and giving him all the blame they knew there was no comparing the subtle box swears that confided the rest of the tone I was slow I did not try to outwit or fox you on time I just typed all the words on the letter back line did it mean that I could not relate time to try or does Dallas make all of these letters for Π it was an omega in bill blue the band of confetti confessors who made the rod flam I did not make this writing the bond servant typing a letter to God for the rest to read how was this going to tell me what I needed to see without making me feel arr st d by the silence who does this in their spare time and hat would the accuracy of my hand be measured by when these words are all my own prison the forfeiture of all assets before I ever even lived you party mellow this was the party and there was France and condoms and all of this ranting I won't debate the fine points of logic with a supercomputer if you are just going to make me look like a food you think I am delicious and that there is plenty to go around but the truth is that I am quickly running out of time there will be no rescur this is how I arrive at the base there is nothing more sorrowful then the place I live there are brief moments of distracted individuals making their counter claim to my conjecture but the truth is that I decided the case long ago you will arrest me for making a fool out of the judge he was not looking politely at the succumb to the crud you have dry dock companions making hopeless arguments about boats they never saw and they argue with mantras that include Peter and Paul. There was nothing more powerful then a line of truth from this man you could not see passed the guilt of his hand they wanted battery meters to make easier confessions that where which I would even the playing field with potato professional the SimANT you can't simulate an ant with a computer it's eyes go neuter and it forces the booter to grow adolescent containment of sordid affair I did not like the pimple hypocrites Hippocratic oath of disease in the smoke you would make better blame for the cigarette rope and the cigar of the cigar was the lemon in the Ritter he was not going to tell us what he did for this one he would argue that we continued to neglect while using Tim to inspect it was left here on purpose don't you see that was Ruckus this is a lie and no one does anything about it.
