the fly runs in the air of smog . the hand slams , no more hopping frog . the bird crashes into the window plane, passengers yell there in hell collecting the limbs. the black box is found , porno stars. red roses turn pink kitty coats for minks mental amazement , not on drugs. liar .liar she is if your this far you might as well look up because your going down.
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