

oh boy.Here's a rough, scratchy attempt stuck in my psyche, you are, with your fizz and your fuzz, and your post rocket blast buzz sounds, sound structurally, noise, oh you entity, you, you melted butter! sweet as apple pie capturing the sky in a little black box . boy, i see you see you still, with your hands on the wheel, one for me, which i steal, noise, oh these visions of thee, these sights that echo repeatedly.oh boy.
Thanks for the
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