growing up to grow up in mind not here look to space not even space

 

do we have anything in us, lightly surrounded by crumbling pastry

ha

oh, ogres, ooogly-eyes, kiss, love, like a woman to the best man of her life or accompanying to man no there just crumbling pastry .. nothing there .. draw it .. drawing says "want to go outside my mess scribble not even my mind" anyone fill in "can't read"

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we all in our huge stores .. need no paint .. need no vacuum cleaner

ask someone

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faint helpful won't chew your eyes out

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will be shocked "say the weird words"

ever

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in the passion silence weird words express nothing silent corner right in the open of the world

store