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Pyre I
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Posted on September 3, 2013 at 08:14:37 PM by Hound

NiNES

Ace doesn�t know who she is. That�s the whole thing about it� the clockwork orange can�t figure out how to handle such monstrously large paws. She wouldn�t trip, she wouldn�t shake� just kidding. The pup had a habit of romping around in the tall grass all on her own and she did that tripping a lot. That�s what happens when grass over your head gets tangled in your feet. Head over feet over head, the creature managed to roll around in the world around her. The world is a strange place, and it�s absolutely huge. She likes the huge. She likes the giantness of everything.

Walking in the giantness comes the weirdness that radiates from the clockwork orange. As far as she can tell, she might be the first gypsy child since things went wrong. That�s the part that the clockwork angel wouldn�t talk about. The angel should tell the orange, but the orange doesn�t really know. The orange doesn�t appear to be allowed to know the story of the tree that fruited the creature she is. The fruit trees and the angels and the Japanese� things� they would probably tell her eventually. Brilliant orangey eyes seem to follow the clockwork creation� or sit in her skull. Either one. Ace can do that. Long legs and bouncing and rolling and bouncing.

Ace doesn�t know who she is. That�s the whole thing about it� the clockwork orange can�t figure out how to handle such monstrously large paws. She wouldn�t trip, she wouldn�t shake� just kidding. The pup had a habit of romping around in the tall grass all on her own and she did that tripping a lot. That�s what happens when grass over your head gets tangled in your feet. Head over feet over head, the creature managed to roll around in the world around her. The world is a strange place, and it�s absolutely huge. She likes the huge. She likes the giantness of everything.

Walking in the giantness comes the weirdness that radiates from the clockwork orange. As far as she can tell, she might be the first gypsy child since things went wrong. That�s the part that the clockwork angel wouldn�t talk about. The angel should tell the orange, but the orange doesn�t really know. The orange doesn�t appear to be allowed to know the story of the tree that fruited the creature she is. The fruit trees and the angels and the Japanese� things� they would probably tell her eventually. Brilliant orangey eyes seem to follow the clockwork creation� or sit in her skull. Either one. Ace can do that. Long legs and bouncing and rolling and bouncing.

something clever here
lyrics go well here

hound.

If you do the 'edit post' thing, the linebreaks will go byebye. So... here's a thing you can copy/paste instead?

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 Ace doesn�t know who she is. That�s the whole thing about it� the clockwork orange can�t figure out how to handle such monstrously large paws. She wouldn�t trip, she wouldn�t shake� just kidding. The pup had a habit of romping around in the tall grass all on her own and she did that tripping a lot. That�s what happens when grass over your head gets tangled in your feet. Head over feet over head, the creature managed to roll around in the world around her. The world is a strange place, and it�s absolutely huge. She likes the huge. She likes the giantness of everything. 
 
 Walking in the giantness comes the weirdness that radiates from the clockwork orange. As far as she can tell, she might be the first gypsy child since things went wrong. That�s the part that the clockwork angel wouldn�t talk about. The angel should tell the orange, but the orange doesn�t really know. The orange doesn�t appear to be allowed to know the story of the tree that fruited the creature she is. The fruit trees and the angels and the Japanese� things� they would probably tell her eventually. Brilliant orangey eyes seem to follow the clockwork creation� or sit in her skull. Either one. Ace can do that. Long legs and bouncing and rolling and bouncing. 
 
 Ace doesn�t know who she is. That�s the whole thing about it� the clockwork orange can�t figure out how to handle such monstrously large paws. She wouldn�t trip, she wouldn�t shake� just kidding. The pup had a habit of romping around in the tall grass all on her own and she did that tripping a lot. That�s what happens when grass over your head gets tangled in your feet. Head over feet over head, the creature managed to roll around in the world around her. The world is a strange place, and it�s absolutely huge. She likes the huge. She likes the giantness of everything. 
 
 Walking in the giantness comes the weirdness that radiates from the clockwork orange. As far as she can tell, she might be the first gypsy child since things went wrong. That�s the part that the clockwork angel wouldn�t talk about. The angel should tell the orange, but the orange doesn�t really know. The orange doesn�t appear to be allowed to know the story of the tree that fruited the creature she is. The fruit trees and the angels and the Japanese� things� they would probably tell her eventually. Brilliant orangey eyes seem to follow the clockwork creation� or sit in her skull. Either one. Ace can do that. Long legs and bouncing and rolling and bouncing. 
 <center> something clever here lyrics go well here </center></td></tr></table>hound.</center>

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Pyre II - By Hound September 3, 2013 at 08:15:49 PM

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