My favorite were the beatlemen.

September 14, 2010
I reincarnate myself as a different person every hour. I'd rather to do this in the crossroads of scorched brain cells and the pivoting sphere where your soul touches the creases in gods left hand but I know you never meant to sky dive from that rifle shot.When we sat and talked about how we bled ink that one time and I snorted a lot of candy powder You never looked me in the eye. That was your time wasted not mine.It comes down to this. There is no constant. I live on windowsills and I'm still just a primitive creation.We're equally as bad.

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