you and i are lurid equations of the citizens we are supposed to be..juice is black drunken gash..molten wayward manlike sailor. weak the knees in garden breeze, god said love lie sucking..this is the breaking of the barometer and sky caves in, and the black gets into your shoes..and by coming overflown and rolling and pummeling away every stylized day you will often lose your way but be generally sane in postal lines.

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