The snails are dying in their shitty little towns. The crows are flying wearing shitty little frowns. The smoke in their eyes & the water in their lung and the smell of their feet and the forks in their tongues. Eat the young. I got caught in the crowd of a shitty little town. The perfect world turned upside down, I was born with a frown. Teams of steer with milk colored headholes. Feed Sweeper; I'll put you onto the street

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