boot, tire, small fish, big fish, can, boot, barrel, tire, small fish
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while you're busy on the grind, distributing capital, 9-5 work week, saying "yes, plastic is fine," takeaway meals, disposable clothing, disposable anything, taking a sweet ride in the hyper-jacked ford f250 add bright led headlights for a half mile walk, organic tampons in plastic applicators wrapped in plastic packaged in plastic coated cardboard, lol surprise doll mystery unboxing,
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i'm catching pixel garbage. filtering through the
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boots, tires, cans, barrels, boots, tires, cans, barrels.
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while i'm taking time for myself, playing on my e-waste lithium battery toxic metal death machine, drinking out out of a 44oz cup labeled ULTRA BIG GULP!, chilling out in polyester pajamas, kicking my feet up, and throwing my wrappers on the bed,
i'm getting pissed about the lack of space in my inventory. my lines breaking, my bait running out.
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three x ten space filled with
boot, tire, can, boot, boot, can, tire, can, boot, tire,
boot, tire, can, boot, boot, small fish, tire, can, boot, tire,
boot, tire, can, boot, boot, can, tire, can, boot, tire,
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something something, life, art, virtual currency, virtual space.
