I can't pay today and I never will
I'm on the
Almost every thought
fits neatly on this card;
I could believe you.
I
I write heresies and sign my name,
publish and perish all
Loud, subaltern city streets,
bellies wild with discontent;
tall, glass building
Lyrics to Polaroid Solution
Polaroid Solution
I put on a disguise
And put
He won't know Adorno
He's an adult with an adcult
You can
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