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Sleeping EDgar...Sleeping EDgar...Sleeping EDgar...Sleeping EDgar...

Funny because I dig dug...skeeter patty mayo-naise...Paise a spike pipedream of my image innate to a intuition that pays off the student loans anyways...and all ways displayed the perry pad for play...in script curses cursives cursor the mouse maze before William became a poet...post a live stream to get into the time being...clockwise...got minutes in my handed and hours in my glasses....seconds afterwards truthfully vocal lies...a titles highlight in a hyperlink....code to kinko...kinky copy of a Xerox fiend...black end white mix the dope n the lean...yup nods towards...link skyward swords...to master bladed wet pen reaper burn edgrrs sleep pen...
Art youth Sleeping... art youth dreaming..art youth Sleeping... art youth dreaming...

.back to the karma lots...dawn the crack that shitted on the tired yawn that surfaced thots...or just a dryers thought...brain wash mister riddle lin...my mind craft does not pause...onto a Palmer cradled kit...simply calling. God

Only hearts beaten...the strings attached to my ceiling. ..perhaps crimped dangling my demons...straight...do I die alone...I might've tried it...very little understood my complexion....only the visible individual That's very much invisible to his own mirror...yea...perhaps left with my demon...ethreal connections..the walls start screaming....masking my eyes thrown into a bag...pleading with the light...to let my darkness pass....but calling onto the almight left disconnection only calls for my sins to raven quothe my soul oath to those that cloaked blackened...white...I'm awfully told artfully loved when forgotten...then when you Jesus they gather round to all understood....perhaps my battle lies deeper in my powerful view of mystery to peanut...permits life and lethal. ..thence exact simular to celestial being...conscious...my God...perhaps is personal...am I God or given or god levelled...beveled grasp of almighty body filled with faithless...I am whole hearted shard quantum dots of a Darwinist...I'mpartially flattered but it's just prolonging the sand in my stomachs hunger...im aching and more afraid of the world worth considering how I can fit in... my lone number....im to different for the common stock exchange to cold for the hotter wind...despite designed of human crops....I'm to abstract for the mind to take in...so I'll sit sorry to exist....but remain pure...within....

Art youth dreaming... art youth Sleeping...art youth Sleeping... art youth dreaming...I'M Edgar