life at the gibbon farm
letting the sky have its way with you
letting go of the ghosts
keeping wind in the fridge
tidying up after the lost souls
fucking in a free republic
chewing on a glass of milk
locking yourself in a small tube
doing everything you can
wearing a red bull backpack at midnight
taking stock of your terrific life
all in all partner
it's a terrific day to die
at gibbon farm
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