... through grime and waste.
TIDY YOURSELVES. sheesh. ily2.
[and i had this one figured out that's why the suicide machine was built for two. a simple sick device design to overload on love to bring us coloured dreams and soundtracked waves of fun. somewhere through a thousand blues a dragonfly descends with just a whisper: "i'm lonelier than god". And all my wishes spin the fishes in the air and every one a different shade of you. And to the left where up is down now stands a zebra made of shapes of me and silver and the sun. So bring no guilt with you above the flat-line let's just hit the sky exploding into one ]
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