Ley lines lay

He got the world hitch to his back like santas  sack pullin it full blast steerheading spearheaded into the vanishing point with frisson military aliens and astronauts. Atlas will hav to let go 1 way or another those entities like aliens to me years 200 years the velvet underground rail rode through hippie park in the Great Black Swamp domino where the trees and dried Indian remains crossed a hump in main street.. the one stretched across the southern edge where America, the grade begins to become wavy. In the rage age, defining our time waiting for the Giants return in 2000 light years mmmmmmaybe but since we right here pasiing torches around flags believing in ourselves converting rocks, what was once beneath swamp… chasing westbound suns



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