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smack against the nothing and all i can see

is fictitious scottish islands


where amaranthine grass and bubbling orange ocean

encourages me to spin around in a circle that’s a square
and fall on top of you so



we can never want to stop all of this



melt-in-your-mouth madness movement definitely


always feel like the sky is palpably a whirling dervish and

you and I will never stop
laughing uncontrollably at the whole shmear