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TEACUPS IN THE BATHTUB

I pour gin down the toilet and I intend to get drunk.
 A MASS OF GODSPIT LAID WELL IN THE FIRES. IBMFBICIA AND
experts? 61 fried praunies and 25 doubled ABCs and one Endgame-Supreme-EXtreme and the logical GOOMIASSES outside, green tears.
Why Day 51? And not 43? Or 53? To attempt to understand the sheer and monumental and completely objective lunacy of this NOW
concluded biospherical afterthought...EARTH. And Mr. Heston gurgles blood as he falls on the plunger. Ape shrieks and mutant screams in the mix, James watchin' his eyeballs turning to static, clowns perceive the actual suicide. Whatere's glakto? SHETAY-BLAU!
GETTING ATTENTION AFTER THE END IS HERE!
LOVED HAVING YOU ON THE BEACH
WE WILL PAY YOU 15.00 FOR THIS HEAP OF JUNK
THE SHIT LIMITS...SATISFACTION IS GAURANTEED
Give the man some quick and ready Hell Juice!     BEFORE DIVINE

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