the quaint, disease of paint from mars.the cars flew and the jew who you dont know didnt glow.the apripo is aglow from the flow.sew a man a trash can.the damned are hamstrung and jack the ripper hand wrung.the phone was on, but at&t didnt know i was gone.they monitor the folks who are abducted through wire taps.wheres my phone bill at?
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