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We ate Soda, the embassy cat, poor Soda's coda, no more da Capo – she's decapitated – running 'round the room, half-baked, the other half is bacon and sizzling in the frying...read more

(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral) This room is a fluorescent tomb: It's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon. He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention, She's animated...read more

Shed no tears for the martyr dying Only in pain suffering and death Can the martyr become what he's chosen to be No tears wasted No sorrow no pity No, no crying, no loss ...read more

I'm always so full of cum Never run out not even once And I say "Hey man, don't touch that stuff" "You know it's ust not right!" I'm always so full of cum and it makes my brain...read more

If there's no new wave then there's no fun Here we go here we go mungo got a radio If it's out of reach then it can't be wrong Here we go here we go mungo got a radio Try and...read more