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μάμμο

μάμμο; μάμμο ε; μάμμοοοοοοοοοοοοοοοοοοοοοο!! and you hunger for the time time to heal, ‘desire’ time and your earth moves beneath your own dream landscape.

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as an angel hits the ground…

stay green light, Seven Eleven, you stop in for a pack of cigarettes. you don’t smoke, don’t even want to. hey now, check your change. dressed up like a car crash your wheels are turnin’ but you’re upside down. you say when he hits you, you don’t mind because when he hurts you, you feel