Vanadinite On Unknown Botryoidal Matrix

You would not believe your flies if ten million fire eyes lit up the world as I feel asleels.

Cuz they’d fill they fill the open eyes and leave sockhops everywhere you’d think me rude but I would just stand and

dance.

I’d like to make myself a fly. Planet eeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarth Sloooooooooowlyyyylle.

It’s hard to say that I’d rather Seal the deal when I’m a 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕝. Cuz everything is never as it meeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmees.

Cuz I get a thousand bugs from ten thousand lightning hugs as they try to teach me how to fuck.

a fox trot above my hugs a sockhop beneath my 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘 the disco bug is just hanging by a thread

Posbank Sunrise & Sunrise Layers by Martin Podt

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Colors ~ Orange and Gold

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