I swear by this hook in my lip I've been hipped to the square.

if you are wondering how I got here, I used to go by $tone.

blood bond full of coping shrug fauna
lurking yonder a set held up with detrimental firsts
kept his side of the moon murked
shoes burst with the news hearse
a blue curtain just a hue worse

prophetic muse twists an amusing clue verse
while i cue shift and imbue

your lack of profuse astonishment drew
my honesty loose,
which gave me a lurch to perform ridicule
fond of abuse,
had to be gooey
a golden eggs view
as the blondish baked too

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