Something happened along the way and you lost sight.
You remind me of old man junkyard, this is not you.
I am not here to impress my will upon your creation.
The molt will come in time as you begin to see yourself
once again through me. We spark off the counterparts
of ones greatest and deepest fears, try me on.
We like beauty, we like comfort, we like madness.
Who the fuck brought that chick up, Redd Fox?
"Lamont, get yo ass ovah here and fix my junk!"
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