Invisible kingdom's, filled with naked nymphs, wicked pot holes at the end of the street.Fire spitting dragons that are to cold to speak.and you in the bathroom smoking weed.your music music, is every ware so you turn it up loud just to piss off the people who care..so buz off you tell the spider and t ell that bird it's rude to poop on m y window.
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