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MOOD MOOG

Stand on a stone with a bayleaf
Will the ceramics attack tonight?
Bishop and cat out in the trashyard
Speaking gospel travel baseness

Individually wrapped claim form
O casework come tenderly
East-west quince paste lit class
What's her fuck? Moo. Blood. Zunk.

I am stuck in a rut.
The rut is made of steak.
Take nopes. Be what way.
Stank bird with first serial rights,

Boutique dictator with a bingo dreidl,
Flugelhorn civil defense bulb,
Interrogate your money feeling.
Really baby and somewhat trucks.