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Pinstriped paradigm pulls a paranoid flip through the radar-screen blips to detect your stealthy healthy heroin harmonica, like you trade flat notes on ya lip for ironic chugs. Magnifier fires fueled for ant hills creeping up your hanger wires as a prayer for the wild-fires! A martyr mid-level eye shovel shimmering shower of iris grave gravel that turned the day into dazed haggles. Turn your tugboat round' if you can catch the style and simply train to paddle. A grapple, grieve to gas shortage on ya travels to neck-shot shorty sins, pry a tooth out of the apples cooking zebra skins. Proverbial fat filtered a weightless wire-tap converstation that breeds pyrotechnic information--- it says "pardon me, my sheltered prince but you've long road since consummation." Cool with rusty rags running past the pirouetting pad-locks, counting pennies in your piggy to feed the fiend in your blood-clots? Well if you settle for a sleeping saviors blood make sure you count my name on your repentance for a sailors lust.
Right. Like I've been waiting for cannons to count me as the lead for world peace--- a holier-than-thou priest brought right back to his knees.

Kiss the tombstone.

-Matty

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Pinstriped paradigm pulls a paranoid flip through the radar-screen blips to detect your stealthy healthy heroin harmonica, like you trade flat notes on ya lip for ironic chugs. Magnifier fires fueled for ant hills creeping up your hanger wires as a prayer for the wild-fires! A martyr mid-level eye shovel shimmering shower of iris grave gravel that turned the day into dazed haggles. Turn your tugboat round' if you can catch the style and simply train to paddle. A grapple, grieve to gas shortage on ya travels to neck-shot shorty sins, pry a tooth out of the apples cooking zebra skins. Proverbial fat filtered a weightless wire-tap converstation that breeds pyrotechnic information--- it says "pardon me, my sheltered prince but you've long road since consummation." Cool with rusty rags running past the pirouetting pad-locks, counting pennies in your piggy to feed the fiend in your blood-clots? Well if you settle for a sleeping saviors blood make sure you count my name on your repentance for a sailors lust.
Right. Like I've been waiting for cannons to count me as the lead for world peace--- a holier-than-thou priest brought right back to his knees.

Kiss the tombstone.

-Matty