*and now i sing,
call anything ding
maybe dong
i am king kong
when will i leave plastic hong kong
the door again will create the sound
of my soul profound bark as the hound
i came around, round me I and I is dizzy
also a missy sometimes pissy
why not
i am thin as lizzy
rather skinny i can‘t eat
it all smells like some rotten feet
smiles all across miles and more will follow
disgusting the sky as my eye sees none
can‘t sing anymore it‘s all so plain my restless pain
constrain fame is my brain so lame as encoders
will force as i get older some i heard dryout colder_
OK i closed the refrigerator betrayer i become a slayer
put each layer below the known
you do i do we me do i go cuckoo yes anyway at least i try to confess
no church no priest while i sneeze
i flop and drop kiss the lie ‚goodbuy:_ bye bye shop_
{another architecture of my lost second not watching}
Waiting is not seeing-
See what there is and wait!
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