I couldn't talk. I'm crazy. I'm naked myself. Don't move, don't ride. Shepless time. When I talk to you, there's nothing to talk. You can't talk to the pieces. A torn piece hurts, no pain. The pain is like rubber. The pain is like clouds, and I'll eat with my stomach. Maybe it's just a while again. A few days later, we're wearing pants. High red tea in the streets

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