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Regolith Rips
03:20
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There's pride in ownership. It's fucking ours. The sky, the earth below our swollen feet, the air inhaled, the moon and all which looms above; it's all been fucking claimed and sold. Send the rocket's red glare roaring high above to claim an ounce of moon dust just so we can rail the regolith in perfect purchased lines. Such fine heavenly powder is so powerful as it penetrates the sinuses. The high is blinding. It's what defines us. Fuck blow. Cocaine is for the classless masses. Strip mine and rail the lines, crashing synapses in eclipsed, euphoric syzygial blast-offs.
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Old Ghosts
04:37
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Old ghosts, mourning their forfeited souls, bore holes in our comfortable homes. Cold slowly burrows catacombs through their lonely bones. No joke. No guff, bro. We're all broken and slow. Get that cash. Slay that gash. Go! Go! Go! Don't fail. Go for gold. Go with God. Full collapse. We are the products of two lumbering lummoxes fumbling blindly. Cock, mouth, and cunt for the good of the country! Let our spawn tend to our bones. We're broken and slow. Get that cash. Slay that gash. Go! Go! Go! Don't fail. Go for gold. Go with God. Full collapse. Full stop. For the good of the country let our spawn tend to our bones.
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