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Load up on drugs and get ready for a good time. Doors: locked. Keys: hidden. Pupils: dilated.
The line begins to blur. The path. In front of my feet. Beneath. Not quite there. Cracks smooth to fuzz. Distorted like a pool. Not wet, a mirage.
Eyes. Not quite round. In groups. Two and four. Looking down. Read the white as words. Sell my friends.
Lights bathed. Like a beach. Derelict, but present. Dice rattle.
I was the devil. For a day.
The line begins to blur. The path. In front of my feet. Beneath. Not quite there. Cracks smooth to fuzz. Distorted like a pool. Not wet, a mirage.
Eyes. Not quite round. In groups. Two and four. Looking down. Read the white as words. Sell my friends.
Lights bathed. Like a beach. Derelict, but present. Dice rattle.
I was the devil. For a day.
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Not sure what this is - ? More a curiosity than anything substantial.
Load up on drugs and get ready for a good time. Doors: locked. Keys: hidden. Pupils: dilated.
The line begins to blur. The path. In front of my feet. Beneath. Not quite there. Cracks smooth to fuzz. Distorted like a pool. Not wet, a mirage.
Eyes. Not quite round. In groups. Two and four. Looking down. Read the white as words. Sell my friends.
Lights bathed. Like a beach. Derelict, but present. Dice rattle.
I was the devil. For a day.
The line begins to blur. The path. In front of my feet. Beneath. Not quite there. Cracks smooth to fuzz. Distorted like a pool. Not wet, a mirage.
Eyes. Not quite round. In groups. Two and four. Looking down. Read the white as words. Sell my friends.
Lights bathed. Like a beach. Derelict, but present. Dice rattle.
I was the devil. For a day.
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