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DSM-IV

Slingshot oratorio
We're parallel to chintz
In our permits of gaudy land
Terrible personal patriotism
Of being on public vacation
Alleyways are excellent
Currency dumps its captures
Make your distance a dust
Says every fierce stone
But the fearing bone is calm
Mash the scan to bargains
Your children unfold

Anxiety trebles me
My fury is an inked napkin
I run around a phone call
To go to the beggars motors
Going cold with the fakes
If you turpentine the watch
Who mists the manifestos
Under Nadya's perfectibles
To gel all the receipts
Lovely bingo reactor
Probable cause at rest
In the pathos of space