The verdict is in...
HOLY SHIT THIS STUFF IS INSANE!!!!
Oh my god. Oh my god.
I'm never leaving the apartment.
worms are the words but joy's the voice/ down shall go which and up come who/ breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs/ deeds cannot dream what dreams can do/ time is a tree (this life one leaf)/ but love is the sky and i am for you/ just so long and long enough
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ha ha
im glad you took time to tell us in case we don't hear from you for a while.
...and the girl was never seen again. twice a month young milos brown would deliver to her residence a package of food and other necessities (which were few in those days), and one autumn, as a strong wind passed through the trees, spreading their purple flowers across the quiet street, he was certain he heard soft moans drifting down from her balcony...
there weren't nuthin' soft about those moans.
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