.you can dig what you don't understand, boy.Hell, sometimes it's all the only way.And the attictude's so fucking exciting, and the fashion of it's all the fucking rage.These are hammers on strings making notes, babe- with the blood and the frog in my throat.These are binders covered in bad poetry, no.
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