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Well, if the protocol doesn't stand out
Then my suggestion is
Melt it.
Since our coma will never cease
Mister Trapeezee will slow down your time.
Crafty mess-mizzled squadeezels will sarf del mestritos vreil quadrophile
Mescaline meltdown, Shiva Las Vegas
The universe only works by itself
Shameless catastrophies launch a weman mjonstro claustrophobic plastic
When shall the people count down our disease
Masters of tropic, I'm signing a release
Minch craft hell holes
Boom dipidada boom, bitches
Binary zeroes, static, white noise
Like a vacuum of laughter in my ears
Auditory hallucinations, the Devil and miss Jones
Welcome to Hell, you are now aware of your
Writing.

Cease a bitch form thousand form constant
Mellow clouds dribble past us
As we float on the banana sky.
Life is a dream, we only perceive a tiny, distorted piece
A window of reality.

Mush mush smudge glush defran glindgolden goo.