fubshit, ghandi was even a nazi like me
its funny and crammed, the tired and the business man, making strawberry filled Nazi cupcakes, We like to draw crayon borders, cross mine, you’ll see what’s at stake.
in the summer we have eating contests just to see when we should break. if you pin the tail on the donkey, you get first guess at what we planned. There’s no appeal here. reasons are piled up, your expected to accept what they give you and be sealed to your fate. there’s no argument if into a straight jacket is the only escape.
I’m solving sounds of the way apples get cut up and turn instantly brown.
If being stripped of your clothes, wasn’t enough, add to the fire till we get the temperature right. makes a child bake. Stick them with toothpicks till they stop complaint.
ashes in the clouds, lost in the perfect day and the violent fire tornadoes. we can create, jet streams in our mind and follow thoughts as they blow around. we’ll be waiting with butterfly nets as they find rest trampled, stomped in the mud, buried in the ground.
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