It's dripping, it's dripping.
No one is listening.
It's ok. This pattern is already in your bloodstream by now, bubbling, giggling, crying to itself. Boiling.
Remember to punch someone you love tonight. Forget the receipt, strictly on purpose.
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it's full moon. Means you should not trust anything I have to say.
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Vibrators of the yesterday, pattern seekers of tomorrow. The Soft Moon are the accidental prophets of the age that never came, yet is pulsating through the days yet to come.
Their hunger is not what we seek, sttill it chimes in the new age of confusion, blood and hope of tomorrow. Way better than quarterly report of the neverending week we suffer day after day after day.
Their hymns will erase everything, including themselves.
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Fascinating nightmare texture
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