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the tall red shadow waits on me a con artist behind a porcelain desk please feed the dark cat with musk up your sleeve orange in the spotlight spare a lighter, sweets got terminated for bodily mutilation omeprazole parole i'll sleep up sitting a dyatlov pass pass pass it off it's a diet, love, fast fast fast it off i've seen your camcorder with the nudes and strings la mirada, arcana, belts and things go home and get off to it but don't make it too obvious let him in or so help me god like spinning the wheel but it never stops white noise, static, and blood clot trees cause everything is kitsch if nobody's pleased