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the amazon
42 to 21. i put the glass against the gas tank.
what i heard? i couldn't really tell you.
but it sounded, kind of gaseous... like thunderstorms
inside of other people's heads, instead.
i'm stuck in the desert, amazon i believe.
don't leave, i was going to be here all along.
yeah, this is definitely where i belong.
what's the problem? i'll solve it in no time.
with no rhythm. no persecution. i'll solve it without a solution.
