y♫♫♫ænd our mentor was all like "i shall bless you with the magic of metal manipulation but you may only make paper weights...forever"
so hense the realization...
cursed to collect dust but blessed to be the fleshy weights that weigh down the soil, gravitationally packed...
as beathers of trees...
we stand upon knees...
thanking to bleed...
after all this we still think we need...
money...
instead of e...
the fifth letter sent from the throat as the blue pleads...
well i dont know maybe for these...
however paper weights and dust collectors can only interest the stagnant mind for so long
peep some functional junk...
banananananneracks
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