Thou swear’st thou’lt drink no more; kind Heaven send
Me such a cook or coachman, but no friend.
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Thou swear’st thou’lt drink no more; kind Heaven send
Me such a cook or coachman, but no friend.
“Over your grave a goose change gears
The science is weird
Mayans never counted to here
Dying sun glare through thin atmosphere
Windshield smeared, A/C blasting old air
Standstill traffic, human landfills dot the landscape, ravaged
Trousers on the ape, but he still savage“
billy woods | “Swampwater”