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a sluice-barrel fulla d
r
u
g
s
& notta fckn one tget ye High....
O, Anesthesia, sweet goddess Anesthesia!
take me back, pleas, ((if ye canno put
me to dreamy sleep, at least then
to the
dreamless unconscious(ness))
/this'ere working world don't work but
for more pain when the crafts of distraction,
diversion
fail thee production real con'trived Happy/
mr.metalpart heart ( hey, all the oldfucks have
got'em these days....millions
o'them little'lectric muthas)dozen years of partnerlessness can
make ye feel like yr Personal
Savior in Christ was just
an'other funless joke.
(Fuck'em, they who can't-take-it
like 'me' doodoo, toodle'oo)
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
2015FOTO:BY:dkzk\"BlessedBeThyBlueVaginaBaskingInParadise"
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