There was certainly tension there.
extravagant Bombs, Flamboyant cars and tongs,
Pulsing Infinities of masqueraded Taoist Trinities.
The lamentation of an intergalactic wound
the prison siren Sounds!
Your dreams are collected, their process perfected
outshone by A thousand burdened kisses
Dr. Quinn won't be able to make it to tonight's seminar.
He regrets lubricating their purity.
though young, we thrive for fruit
We divulge our so eccentric primacy,
our terra firma ecstasy
engraved in the dirt and the sand
To avoid the soy, avoid the wood,
Extremize the misunderstood.
there was certainly tension there.
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