your best park is now worst park

irony

last direction: toward suspiciously dirty areas

grandmaster of crackers

they wanted it so bad

love’s a journey

gossip grenade

but i’m not

love is temporary, garlic is forever

synchronized kitchen excitement engaged

follow the rainbow, find a pub

i came, i saw, i fried

carrying coins like a fancy plague

stay soft, the world’s crunchy enough

bat got back

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