Hello, Mr.Broke Acid.
Amen, I see that this is my graduator.
Geek from West Tokyo, Jesus from Death Porno.
When our songs agree & pour, what's that for?
Garden of vegetable?
you know, we stand up [bad word] 
I'm getting setta what could go in-out better off the same.
Latch your sale. Break your planner's lame.
That's your name. Justice is on my hands, you know?
You're FAKE.
& I said I really get shooting better [bad word] something graduator.
Wait for a sec.
I can believe that they will see V.C.
Ah, you're bloody steer.
Oh what's wrong right, canny can be or worn out.
I'm alone born and came around again the saunter.
Ever who done it, waiting the dummy.
Hard beggar wetter sheeny.
Can't you fit & feel me?
Yummy that men are lying again that fee descends.
This is maybe array.
Again be that will sup you.
Can't you fic it, trick it, track it, sup it, gob it?
Go.

I will decide it
I want the kindest
I will seeside it
I can so pore it
I will see, baby
I can be sorry
I want so hold me
I can stay party
I will not sell me
I can see magic
I waste you, baby
I can talk feline
I feel delaying
I can force party
I'm nasty, came in
I wait till moment
I'm destinating
I can do party
I will see, baby
I want the party
I'm [bad word]  maybe
I waste your magic

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I the kindest? What's up my Death Seat...?