.Get them propped and boxed, and fixed on forced remarks... On haggard glimpse, on a primal blitz, and meet me at the hole where the bodies are dumped in a glistening front yard. Smell what I smell, taste what I taste.
Live the life of bygone bricks in teh stomachs of scenic waste. 'tis the .
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