No Finish Line

Butter Toast – Is it really the smell of stroking? Clement Pope might tell you he met an angel with burned wings. Rusty I.

No, not I. You,

Ed Sheeran. Fucking flocks of seagulls shitting Cheetos at Smokey’s House of Worship. Piss Off.

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