Imagine the future of technology, oil problems and drugs. What you see in the jungle of darkness? Blue yet green filled color dung.
No, no no where to go stay the musical instruments are playing with clueless screams. It's all a mess too clear and too cloudy to be true. You can win, the mysterious of time. It's all a dimension after all. A words play after all time gone nothing's all.
Everything an EL a creation too blue to be staying the night with truth. The mystical lies, cryptic, lunatic and one true truth lies here and noone to stay.
The culture gone all wide, a time to stay washing away with all the mockery held.
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