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lentinula - ineluctable (k-the-???diss) lyrics

yea sekele teng, o buwa haholo…ke tlo tlatsa, clever. … synthetic quasimodo aliquando: about actual aliquant tendency, half sufficient, sept-cotton spun our ecliptic beholder. morphesized mouth yet the labourer over-slept, nursed iq in-between parenthesis, as if, you broken sublime alien-android clovers. long is the tooth from the matthew principle, caught a rusty trap funny cat golfer. ask the king if he prefers riches over the life of his daughter. error vividly perceived arching yiddish lora; that sulphur malaria princess who sucked malinger-megillah and got you quitting sunlight. cl!cking off your momentous molecule night-light, but pardon me, i was busy playing with ‘em inter-inactivate notion across stellar numbers, so i’ll caudally feed the mercury lantern your arm, leg, leg arm, no head. zeros and ones, on and off, be that as it may, with your average handicap, you couldn’t land on the green…’hustling hard’ while bluebird and sole rode a cart, or maybe if you wore headphones on that music video, they might have let you hitch a ride, but…you know what they say about the fences, so mars maybe greener, but they’re no fences there, either way you had to walk it off. i can’t even laugh at that; it’s smiler to the ghosts on pac man prepare to go to their own funeral. to be lame is to hesitate, brother, insert a coin, i release inadvertence nuclear influence that spoil traditional systems of paraffinic gasoline patrol heads like voodoo de-critiquing your pixel/ leaking from your loins…or simply throw photonic unidentified match flames pressing mind-reading foil walls, like picture thaton your motherboard, dude, with a frame on. veneration pres pluto two buccaneers swan vertebra-diving until colours appear in the dark, spine-fully arranged, here on, reflecting caterpillars among powderpuff exploding girls pair micro spay-can, wings divided by flying mojo spectrum, p-ss it on. the matching goblins pulled may day water balloon bombs as a series of unfortunate mishaps, elf’s tribe like group thinking and it sounds closer than your drowning visual editing. add an extra k special in order to cast off shadows from a satellite, mirror slit you with a particular response: ”yes sensi”…so it begins, an astronaut moron falls from the moon pending to earth…wait it’s buffering, i’m waiting for signal. i’ll send you broken bl–dy bodies as a charismas joke, convertible to any currency or ideology. see i am not k-the-i—ronic, homeless, no! i beg to differ, retired to make extra cents. wiggle you imagination, it’s getting a bit cold/ it’ll freeze your blood…rep—tile with cold feet. my blood boils at the fact that you wanna quite. can’t even stand this double welding magical caster on his death bed…spells ran the race but only came in second place. replace fenichi’s paradox /hitting the ceiling, out of ideas, awkward sp-ce between a hug and a coward opposite gender, estrogenic deficiency below exogen-ion; experimentally induced false memory through cotyledon diuturnus complexities coiling the baker chi of galactus sliver t–th/ prier a.d devourer of planets…i’m still allergic to females. and “kikie-stojina” i am no amused, think bigger words, speed stretching inculpation, that inner dimeter of m-ss, not even starching my grey surface, lentinula-qatsi iobject trance/ laminin-anti accused vivian-n-s robot winter-officers of icey traffic and app poly-crime activation; say it now “it’s over 9000”. all culture face technical difficulties, it’s a substances we should not forsake, and soon it will sustain us. here’s a hand for the work you did so far, but please bring it back, i need it for waving and playing with time. how many minutes behind seconds p-ssing goodbyes above weary fingers of change, does it take for crimes to epitomize a face of a sleeping clock? these rhymes around human actions have déjà vu’d /you/ already separated your melanin from your skin. your ability to match a name to a face…creaked. it’s not a dis track, i’m just emptiness, i kent never be destroyed, it is a challenge/ do you even have water in that atmosphere you holding up? i don’t buy it, came fill me up, my store is overflowing with endless sp-ces of bottomless cups…all aboard…are you gonna keep/ standing there, holding the art most fear

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