are you kidding?
i don't see how this could map well enough at all in any universe
should be some record
but so deep spaceblowout psychic slingshot across my guts
but so bring them to us, bring me out and around and let me finally have one or two and creep softly
everyone okay the aftermath of last i don't know where i stand or where i'm from or what i'm leaning on
i do not know if things will be okay
things will be okay
things will be okay
seems like everyones sobbing this morning
this dirty sludge sludge swewy mud smell in my mind
for instance
where's that from

have i finished burning this house down yet?