The sky is so zapped its turning my insides into a outsides, the electricity is stimulating my brain into thinking I’m not insane.

Can it be trusted?

Out with a bang.

Twilight flight.

Purple blaze.

The knee of my tree.

Lamp flower.

Zipped to zap.

Moonshine hoon.

The last crossing.

Woodfried.

Morning glory.

Storms. Hotdog.

Cool cats.

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