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lunedì 27 aprile 2009

you are my sunshine

she went out at night to steal garden gnomes _ concept machine only _ our founding fathers encoded it _ it was a proof _ the screen went blank forever _ why do you cut yourself? _ i hold onto these memories like pieces of golden tears _ rusty arcade game _ sonic detectors told me the bitter truth _ the matador became a carnivore _ that's your campaign slogan _ facing a jail full of starving zombies _ a situation in which bike helmets make no sense _ o elbow elevator thou art cool o pray for our souls _ see the relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress _ we set off and reached the court _ he said he needed my details _ a chorus of curses answered him but still no one raised a revolver against him _ he can't move out of his coffin, not until dark _ then you'll see _ then you'll meet him _ his name is elbows and eggs