Starve An Artist Cover Your Trash by Every Time I Die
Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked. Withstanding change like a tragic
play or holy war between the sects. The carnival stands but the cities will
tend to move. Like planets around a star, or water circling the drain? Sould
less potboilers. Avant guardian angels on the wrong page of the map. Avant
guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass. Still holding up the wall. Still
life. A landmark placed for the photo op. He's got no teeth, he doesn't bite an
empire falls but the cockroaches stay to breed. Is it superior genes, or won't
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