Caramelized dreams of greatness ride through a deep velvet bordello of Kalifornated streets. Upon wheels of solar cycled fossilized fuels.
Chasing pleasures here and there, onto the other side. Botox tears flow as wine. Crocodile boot and purses faux flash with the lights.
On the other side the war is not over. Breakfasts of the unknown for all soldiers.
Chose to crew the ship. Chose to slew the slip. Screw the time-line.
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