the sound of metal crashing in the morning and on throughout the day. they move like dinasours through the mounds of this wasteland, as shitty as it can be, as really fucking awesome it can be. what they say about bout new york city, it was the same, but i never got that part. young boys rumbling sleeplessly on through out the night. out from their rooms on the top of the hill, and down into a junkyard just to see if it was real. all of them later on acid throwing mudd at eachother. this happend to me last night between my mind and a dream.
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