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Psilocybin mushrooms, plasticine dreams

Whitefish prima, orange juice in the eyes

Aspen stake in the chest, let them talk

Believe in a fairy tale, and maybe it will be extended

Take care of your outfit, blow off specks of dust from your shoes. The question posed is destroyed by the Finnish woman. Steps to the clinic, panic in the skull.

You're not exporting, it's probably not a matter of controversy

He carried something in the bag, threw something away, took something. The gooks don’t sleep at night, the gooks are blowing up the station

An empty hall is better than triumph and applause

The one who had no shades jumps beyond the spectrum

With roots in a sect, ironing out wrinkles, sewing with a cross, the main role of profit

A needle on the strings, freedom is chained to the booth

Everything goes away, get pussy for jokes

Scuba tanks burst with air bubbles

They stained the sheet with something, I'm just dirty

Look at things askance, always lose your keys

I was looking for the filling in my favorite one, but I found grub. A dash in the words, an experienced alcoholic. A paper airplane through the New York towers. Scum are drifting on a planted basin.

Vaseline on the beds, they spread the payment at the checkout Stick on rhinestones - it will look more expensive Use your imagination, throat, plus a cold knife Work until you sweat for new crosses

Fast like an ambulance, slow like diarrhea

The smell of manure reminded me of someone's perfume

Elbow on the jaw, crushing barley with my little finger

Don't be sorry for ammo if an autist is in the crosshairs

Don't look at the quality, look at the price tag.