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fox0r – in an illogical dream كلمات اغاني

yo
this is how i found love in the padded room: the story of eyeakau, the mirror
(laughter)
no, whatever
yo, this is not the first soliloquy recorded as .w_a_v sent to me by commander keen
god d_mn that boy g_nius, hasn’t he seen the new technology we use in 2016
like mp3, mp4, what’s the score?
mp5, mp_more, i think i am a wh0re?
i don’t know, i think i might have died
but consequently i feel alive
my spine has been realigned, twisted off my neck and shoved into a divine group of supine pine swines
he was developed by id in the early 90s
the series focuses on the adventuring of one billy blaze
i could go on for days about how i never played any of his games
once you’ve played one game, the rest are all the same
let me guess, he says he wants to save the day
by navigating sp_ce in a rocket built of sprockets, logs, rocks __

__wants to save day while navigating sp_ce

creating by playing the baby face
and i just wrote that same thing twice and that was like a glitch in the matrix that’s right
but i’m climbing a mountain
for he’s insane
what?
now play the cassette tape, let’s hear what he has to say
ah, my brain’s stopped
i think i just might be off my rock and yeah i know that’s the same sh_t i always say
so let’s continue to read what i wrote today
yo, it was used by commander queef to justify world war 3
from the mind’s eye of fuzzkn_b, an ineffectual cry to the illusions of reality
sad that he is just a sheep without a need to weep
this hymn, a contrite cry for sleep in an imaginary canary’s bedroom
surrounded by faeries and other scary things that go bump in the night and cause all sorts of fright, wet blankets, and forbidden lamentations for lost bad guys and dreams and sereparated by lines _ why did i say sereparated? _ i don’t know, but it’s great and i love that i am just eating off my plate today like a good boy
the in_betweens aren’t even real it seems
soon, you discover that you hit rewind and go forward in time
what is time?
what even is a rhyme?
what’s language?
bee doop dah dip dibbity doh
do duh duh die
what’s left?
what’s right?
who’s death and who’s life?
this isn’t even what it seems
atomic particles flailing between lost seas, cosmic beavers and a pink piece of cheese
and what i mean is that many things aren’t even things, but still manage to be happenings inside of an illogical dream

- fox0r

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