amsterdam blair on ben, the thick one whom was the fish.. worst of men with no soul tthat shines.. learned decided to devil, and ran and hide.. as they fall in lines, intricate as they are in sync. left in the corner, and shaped by surfing. the lowest of men, pushed in the pit. men are simple, to the devil their education, in a pint glass the oppression of california in a liberal disguise the cartilage the needle many fall or claim to have fallen though our lows are real so watch it watch out the path you took disgusting crook of 3k if you see what i meant a beating from you could make a fish a dream come true the stones fell like an infection, the weaker generation unless something.. the immortal mind behind the hand folded damn ugly face fascist and cool.. the new danger. as we coast erreday