fix

We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

Some pointy-three
Pull off to the monkey with friends
It gets quiet, too much stirs inside
Pull off again

Alone

Past the bucket without tears
Stop. music, leg warmers, go
Mash. Don’t stop. Mash.
Home in thirty minutes

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