yeah, i'm palming the helm
yeah, i'm roostertailing the wake
yeah, i'm tusk-tearing the air
as the wind whips through my bristles.
i will jumpboard that singularity
i will put a cigar out in somebody's eye
i will retire a mothersucker
like snackcakes. don't even.
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