Am I a sacrificial lamb or just a sack of shit?

Either way - my throat's slit.

Great.

Back to Pam up in the Studio after our proverbial break...
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Well that was an unusual take
On an illusional
Trek into deep space
Emptiness
Binds the limping and shifty eyed freaks
They silently climb in mounds, writhing and violently vying
Sign of the times
Sky is small
Buildings are tall

The grind is the hard surface
There are no impervious to its design

Circus creatures
Murky headed Americans
Market research
Twerk it and get better
Or lurk there and just settle

I'm sure it's a secretion
Just a normal occurrence
A pourous
Defiled lesion
Of horrific
Proportions
Just let it lie in pieces

Life is like that
Death is a day away
Right?

Are you with me?
Hello?
Do you get it?
Another one drops the brush into the dusty pile before painting his main thing and attaining his paid fee straight up and pain free laid up in Cancun

That's the state of if

Made it fit.

Puzzle finished. Elated. Picture of a monkey. In a mating pit. Sedated. In full sex gripped mania. I laid it up and said a soft cadence.

Caucasian. I made it up. Dazed and confused. Focused and all cylinders go
We got fuel to fire send it to home
We got business to bust out.
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