Man it feels like the world is a barrel. Why can’t we just
be set free from all this meaningless captivity? Listen to the free floored
tandem of sections that have been created from the turmoil of a single life.
There isn’t much to attract me to anything except a solemn oath to the main
attraction. How the hell do we deal with the chaos?
“They tell me whiskey works better than beer.”
But every wave is tidal, right? So open your parachute and grab your gun because who really gives a shit? There's only a select few chosen to go down into Strangelove’s caves to live out the rest of their solitary lives.
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