Tłumaczenie: Thought Industry. Horsepowered.
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Tłumaczenie: Thought Industry. Worms Listen.
Drip strawberry juice. Open shutters. Death birds. Elated. Elected. Universe. Sedative vein. Whole grain layered. Brightest sunshine. Brightest day.
[Brent:] Christ, you've toiled hard. So grab a stool. You get to buy the first round. [Jesus:] Guiness Stout? [Brent:] I'll cleanse your feet with
Halcyon prick absinthe loaded. Popes moselle in Christ, slurping dead Jim's fat ass wife with shamrocks and driftwood. I'm an articulate man, but the
Here's my garden. Rowed lilacs drip purple. Crane park's slick dawn dew. Twilight. Clock's twenty past four. Packed five vitamin C blot Akbar gushing
Sorry, I'm drunk dear. It happens all the time. Honestly, I thought I loved you. Too bad you're so damn lame. Scare me with the chance to die by people
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[I) Eating Shit As An Occupation] Dennis Hurley, guns and coffee. Lucky strikes. Suede shoes. Polyester slacks cramped posture. Staleman, frail hands
[I) Interstellar Combine Races Towards Pluto] Milk toast shag scabs greased lips. Propped north ass pastel pillows. Digest tight Valentino damp boxes
Please, mom, tuck my football comforter in stove warm. Gloss photo gasworks. I'll slip dreams boy seven. Destroying surface mars. Camping T. Ben Johnson
[I) Your Grandma's A Seal Killer] Rot disease doc cowers sly. Bigot's digest blacklist trade. Homophobic? Barb's pro-life? Fist happy conservative.
[I) July 10th, 1993] Jane's clenched legs writhe. Soot dress dance flannel sheets. Inane lush that can't decide, but I'm snared here. I wake flustered
for free Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003 That Nigga D took it there He thought it was a joke He went through like 20 G's and thought that I
gang If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought
though. For real We celebratin nigga, we poppin bottles for this. This is to my dead nigga, on my dead they cant stop us! I?ll tell you what though man