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Honks
Listen to the streets. The moaning tires. The drains and gutters. The footsteps of nervous runners. The clanks of gears. Honks. Movement and liberation. And potholes. Sirens on the sides. The roadkill crew. Bumping bass. Heavy metal, psychedelic, spacefolk, and funk. Jazz horns and the Bakersfield sound. Sun roofs, moon roofs, soft roofs, and no roofs. The dumb angry drivers. Yellers and hollarers. The preoccupied, driving only for themselves. Those tailgating jacks, with the blinks and winks. Crosses with ribbons, the tears still wet. Listen to the streets.
Supersuction
Gimme some supersuction Gimme some supersuction. Keep me from floating away. Keep me from floating away. Need some super instruction. Need...
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evil ain't got a seat no, evil ain't got a seat no room at the table of the peace creators. naw, evil ain't got a seat
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I'm off to Laramie. Heading out with my babies and me. Packing up our suitcase. Giving up this rat race. Drive across the western s...
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.check the spin rate. .it's a millisecond behind. .days will last forever if this keeps up. .the orbit could slow down too. .we...