Ten minutes. Stereolab. Crusty thrown off by a side swiped effort to fend off take off jet plane. A little underprepared but confident. Truth is stranger than hovering crustaceans firing beams of electric pipe cleaning solution to thwart worldwide upheave me or leave me please please me don’t tease me you rogue. Stained glass saved by a low bass and a catchy hook line and sinking finances monopolizes the creative pole of my stalwart barnacled buddy, the railing. Thanks, I’m full. Sometimes I wonder if you are even glistening. Paperclip center of the universal poem I spy you spy with my little ice cream you scream my eye you fool help me find it. Leave me be or leave me a weekend retreat with a fully stocked fridge and an idling tub full of potential. Recognize the sheer power of suggest this to the gang and see how they take it little one then we’ll see who’s boss of this island. Fantasy my foot! Not another God Damned plane! Can you show me a vertical? Back to crust. The kernel. Wake me when the sun comes out.
The One True Dave 
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