paintin's aint got words

they aint,i tell you,sir and madam.
paint.with kind profundity's arodytetea, i do not give this to you.
recognize a routine internally,do not seek one peacefully

harmonize with yr ass.

and proceed.read
abstraction. forest time and figure lines the tree's space.and do not quibble words into visuals.thunder aint light. and gee 8tch ain't a convention.
not do read eye touch wet words write brush peruse and the shipment Aint worth nuthin but the thing that launched it
aint not worth a thousand type faces or smelly fish or fruitless rhymeless returns page breaks the surface


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