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single file dial through a barbwire turnstile.
epidermile high ride to the home aisle.
washing my hands with the bestest of friends.
all my friends are soap and lampshades.
850 degrees preheat repeat.
forecast calls for black ash so stay off the street
because we're making a path with a mass epitaph.
all my friends are soap and lampshades.
