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THE CARE TAKEN TO BUGGER MY FLESH/CELIBATE SINCE BIRTH

   Willard Scotley in the Saudi Desert cheering on the clowns in body-bags, a multiple fakir-genius with 496 persons inhabiting signs contracts, all 496 of 'em and I felt the hot, pickled sun on the pineal gonads of my soul, heeah, heeah, heeah. You've got to wonder if the galaxy is organic. Organic? Organs of his best mistake, another eleven beerguts die in New Zealand. But guns are good. The use of force to institute policy is good. Censorship is good. Jesse Helms is good. Death is neutral. I want Danny to take over tomorrow! Let's get those prayer wheels goin' at light-speed, folks! Goin' to the funeral of the world! I think and then I die. Sheta-blah! PICASSO DOMINATES THE HAPPY UNDERWEAR!

 

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