Sometimes I look inside my brain and like not what i see, so i get my brain broom out and look for cobwebs to sweepee But the spiders in my cobwebbed brain are happy where they are, so we negotiate a
Full to the fucking brim with bees with wants and wishes with the heat of 8000 suns with oozing lava with questions with the eyes of the ravens from that forest we wandered with pulls and pushes with
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