An Ancient typewriter of infinite power metal,
This old desert sage roams the confines of social symbol,
Manipulatory axioms of being,
Captain crunch,
sugar chemical love machine,
The commodity of mother suburb
lamp-post consciousness,
The father of now-ness time,
Spewing forth words in the shitface of illusion.
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