too much
language
to be food yet fatten
Holy, vanity
we call on you save us from the lie
And the seed and lie
And cede
like sun
to night where Hussars ride nano-mares
to topple we
why
because
fat supply
new
will this broken
hold
two roles wildly
contradictory so
cannot be trusted
flawed flawd
flwad
like: hold smoke
and tv cum
so let there be
despair, Holy
We call you
stop
nobody knows
what
the FUCK
you’re talking about Jack
Nicholson
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