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Gut Bucket Positron Antimatter Climax
yeah......write y(Our) way
out of
this grievous place,
as if wee
was
pen'cils.
(And so'forth to) fuck that truculent daylight
that dizzy'spins 'round
this bucket of guts.
Fresh entrails for
a festive
mood !
(good god.....what is he talkin'bout?)
(it's a bloody fckn Party ! )
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