Bounce misspells the cast has been broken. As I am, a crisp breeze snaps open the morrow like the first bite of a candy apple now I'm stuck unstuck this tune. whistle. whistling dixie cups as the train whines in the distance we learn a blue rodeo song un a kurt vonnegaut book from another galaxy, no man, no country, not yet november.
"Drive faster" she said, it was nightime she held something out the window, a wish from another era. Doomsday parades never made sense then now they do even less but it's come upon them new comers sound their horns in sanskrit, only in sanskrit. sandpaper scrapes I kissed a cat and I liked it, furry, sandpaper licks and scrapes.
There is no boredom that can't be escaped don't let yourself get back those caveman ways. strike me, type it, tap it or tank. faucets running with muddy waters. rejoice.
"Drive faster" she said, it was nightime she held something out the window, a wish from another era. Doomsday parades never made sense then now they do even less but it's come upon them new comers sound their horns in sanskrit, only in sanskrit. sandpaper scrapes I kissed a cat and I liked it, furry, sandpaper licks and scrapes.
There is no boredom that can't be escaped don't let yourself get back those caveman ways. strike me, type it, tap it or tank. faucets running with muddy waters. rejoice. 
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