It feels like I'm a mechanic; so i 'mechanicate' to kind of keep to keep the track of time, to play for a track of time, with time to talk it only, but I have always failed, and failed and again, and also again to gain a gain from my grind, only grilling and never thrilling to always show my good drills: always go against the law like a lowlife-life living liberator that's always leading bad parade like a pirates that sold his parents for a rent of a yatch to Paris, for a party that never stops , but going sloppy up until Sunday! ...Lord forgive, would you give me drills to drill my holes in Holland, for you know it best that I keep coming from Kano! And I'd always come clean to confess that I'm a counterfeiting-cute sinner sinning since the start of Sunday, since my first cooing -booing, since I draw in my first breath!
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