It all just sounds like wind chimes and zombie shark fights.
kung-fu punch claps constantly fighting against racist iconoclast heavenly hi-hats.
Escaping chainsaw teeth, relaying endless.
What I saw was weirder than the side of New York you'll never imagine.
I'm getting off a bus and
my face is a meteor.
Your end is death.
I'll see you before you get sick.
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