MegaMan (megaman) wrote,
MegaMan
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The arcade game at the ski-lift.

Education and the things that it leeks on to are super charged with fun to the last drop!
Just like a jelly dout in the arms of the gentile police officer, there is few who would summer that last drops of calcium-free oppression.
Nighttime starves the people
It’s got to be amoung them
Try to go back where others can’t be found.

Moonlight Castle, breaking past the oddness, lasting fast with treebark nice to know that Its not the one you lost. Twenty two shore are, on the trowl and with the fire and over the chopping block.
It just, can’t beat tomorrow like today.
Shinning atoms, basking all the way down.
Surely it’s not a lost and found.

The sound of the morning is ドン ドン ダカ ドン!. Lining pastures, staring from the star-fish. Most that hold of twentry, soon grow on to thirty. Dynametrically opposed, when they grow out of pots, and cant be botherd anymore.

Donuts can be made for squirrels. Only when they are, the rabbits are in arms. Its hard for me to think of the last time I couldn’t find, an open wound exuding soap. Times lost its heading and commitment ossifies, right down to the very last drop.

Drop drop!
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