you honed the skill to scribble fast, never thinking a fast move will forever last

yet here we are on a seashore at last your drunken tags the only blasts from the past

you'all buffed those notes and tones away as fast as you could but more respect to the message you should

now on the last hill a sign of a passing spirit will, guide seafolk to asemic tones forever chill

its stone its grandparent level deep on your seashore for ever weep

psr cuot or psr wot or something passing gestures will never die

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Anyway hammer hammer hammer

Through the mountain to proof

Epic monumental kick a blast and

With ur drill you see through the hill

Passing through deep time at last

Fast to shop no time kill

none of em hills forever last

Anyway, driving thinking of em teens

Your hole is the think they live and see

Above your tunnel with skateboarding dreams

disco forever now we remember that too

Anyway hammer hammer hammer years past

We got the will too for ever last

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Go go rgo, phone proofreading app changes you to ego. The important part is that your above

Below you we id repurposed train tunnels and memorial lanes, discreetly hidden in old city veils

Kaapro 75/16 written in faint white below, yellow stars shining from a concrete bunker narrow

They filling tunnels with square shafts. Shoving squares in round holes, no dignity left in those fools

Building bridges from twitter feeds, using borrowed tools. Hotel windows overseeing rails to future past

You keep on looking at them above ego. To buff you would take a blast. Stay strong and rgo