Category: Filí my pockets
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From behind the pot plant, the ensuing orgy sounded like a series of Fairy-Liquid-oiled hands slapping a boiled ham as hard as they can
Like miniature nuclear disasters camera flashes Camaraderie only live action Fill your cup up from the bath and speak when sanctioned.
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Search for the Green November
Straightener, no Bering Barings bank on my beller Asking whether I prefer Nuke sub or propeller
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Crumbs
Over bread, I’m twisted up like challah bread More motion than Chalamet last year’s end Charmander how I’m gushing flames Charming man, they’re gushing Blushing because of my fame I have to get it and that’s today Tactless blunt I call it plain Flavours in blunts you only get when the bud’s still wet On…
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Boreas has eyes on me, I can tell by the way the wind caresses me, seeming to urge me in certain directions
Life’s going fast for me Like the leaf-bearded God of fleet breezes deemed it Letting off steam by speeding Changing lanes like I’ve got medical reasons Number exchanging with Nubian ladies Real prickteasers these, snakeskins so scaly Sticking skins while the scale reads.
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Controlled burning my whole fucking personality with skunk
Sprinting through leafless trees My eyes invited into an eagle Bitter freezing, the hunt illegal Chasing boars and trunkroarers With bullroaring Meleager.
Alchemisland 