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Hey! A song about me!
Bleed out bastard face.
and we skip and jump and dry fuck the days away
this collection of human beings
shaped from mud and blood and clay...
and of course...
gods love...
and sperm.
Captain PirateFace
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." — Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
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