On The Sagtikos by Centro-matic
You always take what you see and then eventually you never speak about the twenty-two, twenty-three, the pleasant delicacy until it's fought through.
to wreck the hypothesis of hippopotamuses is very gentle now.
it's all contained overseas well past the securities of shauna randle's house.
the instrumental debris has wrecked the sanctity of every monday night amongst the suburban feed across the sub-city that's overcrowded now.
and asphalt binds us tightly now in trigger happy ways.
and if they fought you two ways down it's never ending 'cause it's up and down, so up and down on the sagtikos.
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