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[critical condition playing clear our lack o’ time
none of us that’d walk on water Nietzsche’s full post-mortem done] D’you know where you’re going? How ´bout where you’ve been, huh? Chewing up monoxide here’ve seen it all green, honestly, thrown back to the lions’ den ape Americana leading forth the filthy beast parade out of breast support down to neon jungle avenues ´haps on early morning flights or by train the show goes on so it must, yeah, there’s no other in the moo way for the herd... Bite your tantrum coronets shooting jive on nicotine sick of missing ribs and apples bad Allah’s behind turned black where good Jahveh lost his teeth. Kindest of the bitter skins [boy, you had to lose your head off] Captain Mac’s on self-ignition: there goes planet boom again... On-hanging slander tones don’t match should have somehow read temptation – I gather aids unreal – let’s get coked with Ebola at McDeath’s [indeed] where men all stink, they say and women only bleed. [ooh yeah, and if you want the whole hand Hell, be quick to deliver...]
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