November 2011
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A murderer was sitting in the electric chair:
Guard: Do u have any last requests?
Murderer: Yes, will you hold my hand?
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mon coeur est mon remede.
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I CANNOT WAIT
TO HIT THE SLOPES. VAIL. YES. BRING ME THE POW.
Few more months to go.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
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Thump part one.
In an angry mood at an angry point of an angry way through an angry town.
The days are long and the nights, short. Short as a midget mouse. My breath stretches from here to the bathroom. I can feel it; I can see it. One long line of powder, dust and foul emotion.
The sound of a grooming animal. Pasty. Agitation, damnation, mutilation. Parts falling into pieces. Breaking into places. Becoming...
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“Let me know the way, before there’s hell to pay, give me room to lay the law and let me go.
I gotta make a play, to make my lover stay, what would an angel say? The devil wants to know…”
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