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Chem Trail Trials For Transfiguration[s]of(FleshDeparting)
Ithought it was The Sky, but it-4Real
was
just me I eye in my aye I'd take-off
& fly
whist them native neighbors titter'n
& sc' orn
(feinting wit pre
posin'
p'raises)
Ith'ought I shoulda hadda think again'bout howee
think overmuch
(a)bout xxxxtraneoushit
whilst thee naïve natives twitter their numbnuttin'
s'corn,
in testicular anesthesia wit chronic hardon farmacy
ramrodding walmartic
[in]toXication into every holesum dwelling in thee land
looky th'Skye up there(high?mySkye?knowhy?), I scratch
straitarrow defacings to
show my wizdum fantastique fly'machines conkering death
via this misconjured life
fools me'all
into thinking again into
thinking again
get in line (?queue?) online,buy by me nexticket(Eticket)to
ride on thee fly
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