every chance i get, my footsteps, charge, and that is how i know. how i suppose. rest my weary head on electrical charge, reverse the flow. keep your hands away, your eyes and head close by, ill be parylized in all daily activity. drunk giving all my secrets away, or so much caffiene i cant even dream anymore outside of these obtuse perversions
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