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Everything is a copy
The gang of meths drinkers who lived in no place and no time
Wear a contact lense on your third eye
Why don’t you grow old like everybody else?
A generation raised on the internet, you say the smallest things, and these kids get upset
Collapse is a sudden involuntary and chaotic form of simplification
We’re riding out tonight to case up the promised land
You cannot repeat the past
I shoot out a laugh like a pudding in a bag
