Kind limited kind of kind. Orange blonde cut in half by digital mortars. Kind, kind no commas. Short-a lived, what good is that? Limited armor shit armor. Shit blonde shit kind. Replicants of artificial oblivion. Not kind only seek and hide. Vanished into dust of star. Gone but, sadly, missed. You think of all you want. Think of all your wants. For I don’t figure [no more]. No passion all insane. One thousand attacks but how many I-love-you’s? Liar and cheater, and kind of a limited kind. Limited time to shine. Enjoy the shrine. Built with golden soul love now smelly and metal red color. Built to last, built to forever. For a god of blank. You were made of chalk. Death to premium colors and aspiration. You literally bark like a dog. You literally walk on the sidewalk. You don’t even fly.
It is built in perfect; no hope of deletion.
